Gambling Problems By Tobyredone

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Gambling Problems - Chapter 1

Author - Tobyredone

I rushed home that day. I’ve had a Porsche for quite some time now, but I’ve never driven the car to its limits before, and I now have a new appreciation for the brakes, suspension and engine. I needed to get to Angie and make sure she was safe. Let me back up, maybe I’m rushing too much.

You see, my name is Roger Burns. My wife is Angie Burns. I’m thirty seven, and she is thirty four. I’m a dentist and I run my own little business working on people’s teeth. Angie works at a daycare, but not because she has too, she just likes kids that much and we don’t have any of our own. Seeing as our life is pretty much perfect you’d think I’m happy, but I have a dark secret. I have a gambling problem. Some days are better then others, but on the bad days, I just can’t stop.

About three weeks ago, I had a bad day. I got mixed up in the wrong crowd. I borrowed money from a guy. A lot of money, and then I lost it all. I told him I would pay him back, but that it would take time. I mean, I have the money, but it’s tied up in my business, the stock market, and a trust fund. I just can’t get the money out that fast. Well, he told me I had one week to get him the money. I tried to just ignore him, and I’d get him the money when I could.

That turned out to be a mistake.

I had received a phone call today from Victor. Victor was the guy I had borrowed money from. He was a very large and very scary man. The police were trying to get him for many organized crime charges, but could never actually get him on anything, or he would always get off on a technicality. When you messed with this guy, you or your loved one’s ended up missing or dead. He told me that I had missed my grace period, and he was going after my wife if I didn’t pay him.

Angie is the one thing in the world that I love. She is kind, funny, loving, and very humble. She stands about five foot three with blonde hair that has some brown in it. She has large brown eyes, an hour glass figure, and loves to bike, run, and kick box. We got married right out of high school, despite our family’s objections. And now she was being threatened because of me. I prayed that she wasn’t hurt, and offered up the fact that I would never gamble again if she was ok.

When I got home I darted into the side door off the garage and into the house. I called out for her several times in quick succession before I heard her answer. I ran up to our bedroom where she was on the bed in some negligee. The room had a peculiar scent to it that I knew was familiar but could not place at the time.

“Come one Angie, get dressed. We have to go. I don’t have time to explain everything but I messed up, and now we have to leave.” I said as I grabbed a bag, and started throwing clothes into it.

“Roger, slow down. Come here. I need to talk to you.” She said as she watched me from the bed, unmoving.

“Angie, didn’t you hear what I said? We have to go now. We have very bad men looking for us. I don’t want them to hurt you.” I said again in a panic.

“Roger. Look at me right now.” She said.

I stopped to look at her, and noticed she had opened her small silk robe up and was wearing thigh high stockings, a tiny black pair of panties, and a black corset that pressed her breasts up making them proud and perky. Her hair was done up and her make up was perfect. She was obviously planning a lovely evening. I hated to disappoint her, but I knew we had to get moving.

“Honey, I’m sorry we don’t have time.” I said.

“Roger Burns, you get over here this instant. This is not debatable.” She said as she put her hands on her shapely hips.

I knew that there would be no talking to her. That was her way of letting me know that she was putting her foot down. I knew it would be better to pacify her as quickly as possible rather then fight with her.

I walked over to the bed and she pulled me down on to it next to her, and started to kiss her way up my arm and nibbled gently on my neck and ear. I knew we needed to get out as soon as possible, but my wife has an amazing body, and when she gets started on me like this, I can’t help myself. I quickly yanked my pants down and off and kicked them off on the floor next to the bed.

She giggled and her small soft hands started to stroke my already stiffening penis until I was at full mast. She then pushed me gently so I was on my back and got up on her knees. She had put her panties on over the garter straps from the corset, so she simple pulled her panties down and off, but kept the nylon stockings on. She then straddled me with her legs and slowly lowered herself down onto my now throbbing sausage. I was amazed at how wet she was already, as normally it took a bit of time for her lubrication to catch up with us, or a large amount of foreplay. She slid down on my dick until it was buried completely inside her and her small brown little tuft of pubic hair was pressed right up against mine.

“Now, what was it you needed to tell me dear?” She questioned as she began to work up and down and forward and back on my dick slowly.

“You want to talk about it now?” I asked.

“Yeah, it seemed to be important, and I can multitask,” She said with a smile.

“Well, I got mixed up with some bad guys, and they called me today and made a threat towards you. I need to get you out of here and somewhere safe while I deal with this.” I said plainly.

“Oh, you were a bad boy, weren’t you?” She slapped me on the hip as she started to increase the pace of her bobbing.

“This is serious Angie, not some sort of role play!” I told her.

“Oh fuck yes. This is fucking great.” She said as she tossed her head back and looked at the ceiling.

That was completely out of character for my wife. She almost never swore, and the word fuck was on the top of her list for swear words you don’t say. I was going to say something, but she grabbed my dick with her pussy muscles like I had never felt before and continued bouncing on me, and it felt amazing.

She suddenly bottomed herself out on me, and looked right into my eyes as she clawed at my chest and screamed, “Oh fucking YES! I’m coming! I’m fucking coming! Fucking hell YES!”

Before I could question her on her new habit of swearing, she went back to screwing herself on my still hard prick. She quickly increased the pace one more time, and started clawing at my chest again. I had never been mauled before by her nails, and it was starting to really hurt. I grabbed at her hands to stop her, and she looked down at me and laughed.

“Did I hurt you with my nails? I’m sorry you’re such a pussy.” She said as she started to rub her hands around on my scratched up chest, but she kept on bouncing on my dick.

I knew I was going to release soon, and I grabbed her hips and pulled her once again down all the way on my dick and felt myself blowing my load in little spasms into her waiting pussy.

That must have sent her over the edge again as she flipped her head back and screamed out once again, “Oh fuck yes! I love this fucking pussy.”

I looked at her with wide eyes, and asked, “Are you okay Ang?”

She rolled off from me and laid next to me twitching every now and then as the aftershock orgasms hit her. She reached up and grabbed my arm, and said, “I’ve never been better Roger. You performed very well.”

“Ok, then let’s pack and get out of here.” I told her.

“That’s not necessary.” She replied back to me and got up off the bed.

“What do you mean?” I asked her in disbelief.

“Your friends were already here. Victor and I had a nice chat. That’s why I’m here. There is a message from him downstairs that you really should see, though.” She said with a smile and started to walk out of the bedroom.

I got up, grabbed my pants, pulled them on quickly and followed her. She was in the living room and walked over to the coffee table and grabbed the remote for our entertainment center.

“Angie, you didn’t put your panties or a robe back on! The front blinds are open and all the neighbors can see you!” I hissed from the side of the room. I could see the mixture of both our juices leaking down the inside of her thighs in the bright sun.

“Yeah, they probably can see everything.” She said nonchalantly as she stabbed at the buttons on the remote.

Suddenly the screen flickered to life and the VCR started playing. A picture of Victor popped up on the screen.

“You little fucking punk ass bitch! You think you can just hide from me and pay me back whenever you want? You think I can’t get to you? You are the fucking disease on society, not me. I pay my fucking bills. But you know what? I’m a business man. So, I’m going to help you out and give you a little incentive to hurry your bitch ass up and get me my fucking money. Meet Frankie,” The camera zoomed out to a wider shot, and I noticed it was being filmed in my house!

There was another man there, I’d say he was about thirty, stood around five foot five inches tall, and was a fair amount over-weight. He was wearing a raggedy old tee shirt and some sweatpants, and looked bored. He had greasy long dark hair and looked as though he had not showered in a few days.

“Say hi Frankie,” Victor boomed to the camera, and Frankie waved, “Frankie here is an outside consultant I hire from time to time when people owe me more than a hundred thousand. Frankie can be very persuasive to my customers, let me show you.” Victor said with a large grin and the camera zoomed out again.

Suddenly I could see these men were making this film were in my bedroom! Angie was there, and her hands and feet were tied to the four corners bed, and she was lightly sobbing and pleading with them to let her go. She was also naked. Frankie went over to the bed and licked her face gently as she pulled back and grimaced. He lightly ran a meaty finger down her neck and made small circles over her nipples before reaching that hand down and putting two thick fingers on her vagina lips. He ran his stubby digits up and down her lips gently twice before inserting his hand inside her pussy. She jerked and shook on the bed as she tried to get the offending man out of her most private of holes, but being tied down, she just couldn’t move enough to displace him.

He gave her an evil chuckle, and suddenly the recording turned into a science fiction movie, or at least I thought. The man began melting. He turned into a clear fluid, and began washing over my wife. She once again began struggling, but he flowed into her, starting with the hand and arm that was down by her pussy. He flowed into her skin and her mouth as well while I watched the TV, horrified at what they were doing to my wife.

Suddenly she threw her head to the side, out of the camera’s view and stopped struggling. She turned her head back towards the camera, and instead of her pretty face it was Frankie’s ugly pudgy mug on my wife’s body. He had a large toothy grin that went almost from ear to ear.

“Untie me you guys, I want to feel this bitch up!” He said as he tugged at the restraints with his arms.

Two of Victor’s goons rushed over to the side of the bed and began to undo her restraints, and as soon as her arms and legs were free she began to molest herself, fingering her pussy with her delicate little fingers and roughly grabbing her tits and squeezing them.

“Come on guys, get your dicks out! I need to try this cunt on something!” He said as he looked at the two goons, who were quick to unzip and whip out their cocks.

My wife’s body pulled the first guy down on top of her, wrapped her naked legs around his back and started to get ram-rodded by the unknown goon. I could see her breasts bouncing around as she really began to get into it. I saw Frankie’s ugly face grimace as both him and the first guy were soon feeling an orgasm wash over them. Frankie then kicked the first guy off, and rolled over and up onto her hands as knees as she presented her ass to the second henchman.

“C’mon Danny, I know you like ‘em doggy style!” I heard as Frankie positioned my wife’s body to get fucked again.

The other man, Danny apparently, took his position behind her leaning up against the edge of the bed with his knees and shoved his thick dick into her from behind. He began to work back and forth as my wife’s body matched his thrusts and I saw Frankie’s face once again contort with pleasure. Before long they both called out as the two of them fucked into orgasmic bliss, fist Danny, then Frankie from his position inside my wife’s body.

After Frankie was done with the second fucking he laid back in the middle of our bed and started to finger his borrowed pussy some more. Victor walked back into the camera’s view and first looked at Frankie masturbate my wife’s body as he began to pant, and then looked back at the camera.

“You listen good you little fuck stick. You have one week to get me my money. Frankie here will be sticking around in your little bitch to make sure you pay. You keep him happy, and you make me happy, or me and my boys will be back with baseball bats and brass knuckles. You’ll be the one needing a good dentist after we knock out all your fucking teeth. Let’s go boys.” And with that Victor and the goons left the room on the camera screen while Frankie continued to finger fuck my wife’s pussy roughly.

I looked over at my wife, who was watching the TV with complete interest until she noticed me looking at her and said, “I get such a kick out of watching my face on a bitch’s body on film while getting off. It’s like a porno, but I’m starring in both roles, ya know?”

“Frankie?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yup, Frankie here, but for the next week or so you can call me Angie.” She said as she sat down on the couch with her legs spread, ran a finger down over Angie’s chest, down her taunt belly, and into her little pussy lips. She brought a shiny finger back up and put it into her mouth, sucking off the juices and smiling, “You see, I am Angie now. I have her body, all her memories, I can imitate her perfectly, and there is no way to get me out until I’m ready to leave.”

“But your face…” I questioned as I pointed to the TV.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s a detail. You can see my face when you take a picture, or make a film.” She said as she crossed her legs and put her arms up on the back of the couch.

“I don’t know what to do. It’s not like I don’t want to pay Victor back, I do! But the money is tied up; I just can’t get it out!” I pleaded with the man in my wife’s body.

“Yeah, I know. Your wife knows the finances, so I know them too. I tell you what, you give me the phone, and I’ll call Victor and tell him you are being very cooperative, but that the money is just going to take some time to get together.” She said.

“You’d do that for me?” I said as a tiny ray of hope found its way to me.

“Well, I’m not exactly doing it for you. Your wife is a fucking fox. Normally when I do this for Vic I have to hole up in some shit heap of a body for a few days. Not enjoyable in the least, but check these titties out!” She said as she pulled her top down a bit and the nipples that I knew so well stuck out at the hornyness of some middle age pudgy guy who was now behind the controls of my wife’s body, then he continued, “So I’m going to call Vic and tell him you are working to get his money, and I plan on staying here and supervising you until it’s all paid back with interest.”

I gulped, and looked at my almost completely naked wife as she sat on the couch. I didn’t want a fat guy running around with her body, but at this point I didn’t have any choice. I nodded and grabbed the cordless phone from its base and handed it to my wife.

She quickly stabbed a number into the phone and put it up to her ear, holding it with her left hand. She looked down and with her right hand began to trace lazy circles around her nipple while waiting for the person she was calling to pick up.

Meanwhile, as I watched this horny guy do elicit acts with my wife’s body I finally got the good sense to get up and close the blinds myself. She looked up at me and laughed as she saw what I had done.

“Hey Vic. Yeah it’s me, who else would be camped out in this bitch’s fine ass? Yeah, he just got back. Oh he watched the tape. It took so long because I wanted him to fuck me first. I know exactly what comes first here, do you? I don’t owe you shit, I’m doing this for my cut, and to have some fun, you remember that.” There was a pause as she listened while continuing to play with her nipple, “Yeah, don’t worry Victor, I know what I’m doing, I’ve done this before. But the thing is, this guy is telling the truth. He can’t pull the money out of a lot of his funds, or liquidate assets that quickly. I know this because I know everything his fucking wife knows, remember? So I told him that the two of us would make a down payment to you with as much as we can get by the end of the week, and I’d stay in her as long as it took to make sure that he pays you back.” She said as I heard one side of the conversation, and then there was a long pause before she continued, “I’ll tell you what Vic, you take me and him up on the deal, and I’ll make sure you get all of yours before I take any of my cut.” Another long pause, “Because I’m gonna have a good time getting off in this bitch for a while, and I won’t need any money while I’m not me, that’s why I’m feeling generous.”

She listened into the ear piece of the phone for a few minutes before finally saying, “Yeah, whatever. I’ll tell him. Bye.”

My wife looked up at me with an evil smile on her face and said, “Well tiger, looks like it’s just me and you for a while.”

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Gambling Problems - Chapter 2

My wife stood up to stretch and I grabbed one of her arms roughly. If I was going to have some fat guy in my wife’s body I would need to lay down the rules or she would walk all over me.

“Now you listen here, Frankie,” I said as I emphasized the man’s name, “You are going to stay inside the house, and you are going to take good care of my wife’s body for the next week. I expect you to give it back to her exactly the way you found it.”

Suddenly she grabbed me on the forearm and dug her thumbnail into the soft underside of my wrist. I let go of her as I felt the pain course through my arm and as I did she yanked hard on my arm. I was pulled off balance, and she swung one petite arm around and caught me in the face with a tiny fist on my left eye. She had put enough force behind it that I was a bit dazed, and as I staggered back she took one step towards me and brought her foot up into a high kick that landed squarely in the middle of my chest.

I fell to the floor, and before I could make another move she was straddling my chest with her knees on my arms as I looked up at the ceiling. She grabbed my neck with one hand, and pulled the other back in a fist as if she was about to hit me, and then said in a venomous tone, “Listen here, husband, your wife works out every day. And do you know what the latest craze at the gym is? Kick boxing. All sorts of soccer moms and little housewives learning how to beat the shit out of people. I know everything she knows, and have all her skills, not to mention the fact that I grew up in the ghetto, where it was fight or get the shit beat out of you. Sometimes even rapped. So don’t think that you can just grab my arm and bark out orders. Your wife is in this position because you fucked up. I’m here because you fucked up with the wrong guy. So let me tell you how this is really going to work. I’m going to do pretty much whatever the fuck I want. And you are going to get busy getting the money. And the sooner you get the money, the sooner you will get your precious little wife back, and the less time I will have to go out and get laid, or find a tattoo or piercing that I really think looks good on this bitch. You get me?”

I tried to nod, but it was difficult with her grabbing my neck so tightly. She seemed satisfied and quickly stood up, before offering me a hand to help me up. I took it, and she then helped me to my feet. I was rubbing my eye and wondering what would happen next when the look on her face softened.

“Seeing as we are going to be living together for a while, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Sorry about the eye.” She said to me as she walked closer to me, and gently pulled my hand back from my face to look at the already bruising skin.

I snorted in response not really wanting to associate with the man that had just taken me down in a one hundred and fifteen pound female body, not to mention the fact that it was my wife’s body.

“Come on, man, we are going to be spending a lot of time together. We should at least try and be social.” She said as she gently touched my face assessing the damage caused by the punch she had thrown at me a few moments ago.

“Social. Right, with the gangster that stole my wife’s body. I don’t even know what to call you.” I said back to her with no shortage of contempt in my voice.

“You call me Angie. Right now, I’m your wife, so you call me exactly what you’d call her. And I ain’t no gangster. I went to school with Vic back in the day. We looked out for each other in the hood. It’s not like I do this kinda thing all the time. It’s actually fairly rare.” Angie said to me.

“Could you at least put a robe on? It is still my wife’s body that everyone is going to see naked.” I asked him as I rubbed my brow, trying to ease the pain.

“Are you always this way? I mean, hell, we’re inside your home. It’s only you and me here. If I was you, I’d be beggin’ my wife to run around naked. Especially if she was a hottie like… me, ha! I’ll go get some ice for your eye. Why don’t you head up to bed? We’ve had a long day.” She said as she walked out of the living room and towards the kitchen.

I decided that Angie was right… Or Frankie… Or whoever… This was confusing, but one thing was for certain, I was ready to lay down somewhere. I was not only still sore from the fight, but I needed to figure out where I could get the money to pay off Victor.

I headed to the bedroom and started to get ready. Before long Angie walked in carrying a plastic baggy full of ice for my eyes. After she handed me the bag, she gently pushed me back onto the bed, and the next thing I knew she was gently working my belt open.

“Hey hey hey! What are you doing?” I exclaimed as I slapped at her hands.

“You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are you?” She asked me.

“Um, yes. I’m sleeping next to a stranger. I’m sleeping with my clothes on.” I replied.

“Oh screw you. You’re sleeping next to your wife. The wife you had sex with not even two hours ago.” She said back, putting her hands on her hips as she stood looking at me from the edge of the bed.

“You are not my wife. And I only had sex with you because I didn’t know it was you.” I said, trying my best to sound noble and unwavering.

“Fine sweetie, you do what you gotta do, I’m going to put on a nightie.” And with that she walked into her large closet.

I leaned back on the bed, and put my head on the pillow as I closed my eye and felt the coolness of the ice dull the throbbing pain in my head. I heard Angie rummaging through the various drawers, and taking her time getting ready. That was fine with me, as I didn’t really have anything to say anyways.

I heard her walk out of the closet a short while later, and then clear her throat as if she wanted my attention. I kept the ice on my face until she did it a second time.

I looked up, and there she stood in white lace stockings, a white garter belt, a frilly white G-string pulled over the top of the garter belt, and the matching white push up bra. She had her arms resting on her hips, and one leg cocked in front of the other, showing off her admirable curves.

“Whadda think, hubby?” She asked as she gave me a large tooth filled grin.

“That’s the lingerie she wore on our honeymoon you bastard,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, that wasn’t nice!” She said as she shook her finger at me, and then continued, “Besides, it’s the start of our relationship together, so I figured I would dig out something memorable.”

“We don’t have a relationship. You stole my wife’s body and you’re holding it for ransom!” I shouted back at her.

“Fine. I want sex. I’m horny. I’m always horny when I hop into a body. If you won’t please me, I’ll find the next guy that will. Don’t wait up, dear.” She said with emphasis on the last word.

I saw her turn around and walk back into her closet. I thought about my options for a second. I could either have sex with my wife, who was currently being possessed by some strange guy, or I could let him run around on me with her body. It didn’t take more then a minute before I made up my mind.

“Wait! Wait, I’m sorry.” I said as I sat up on the bed before saying, “I’ll have sex with you.”

Angie poked her head around the corner of her closet and looked at me. Her eyes narrowed and she said, “You’re not fucking with me, are you? You’ll seriously fuck me? Like we fucked before, not like an ‘ok we have a deal’ fuck, right? I mean I want some serious fuck-age happening here tonight.”

“That may be the most Ang has ever said fuck in her life.” I said back to her in a playful tone.

“I’m serious Roger. I want mind blowing sex. Or I’m going cruising for dick.” She said back to me in a serious tone with no hint of a smile.

“Yeah, it’s a deal, I’ll do it anyway you want, just don’t go jumping in bed with other guys.” I told her.

“Great. Get your pants off, now!” She said in a commanding tone.

I struggled with my zipper on the front of my pants, but otherwise I stripped in what I felt was record time. Angie walked over towards me with an extra little sway in her hips, and looked at my still soft member.

“We’ll have to get the little guys attention, huh?” She said as turned around and ran her hands up and down her body.

I watched the man in my wife’s body start to molest herself. She started to knead her breasts under the small decorative bra, and then began running her hands up and down her body, stopping briefly to smack her own ass. Suddenly she was bent over, her small barely covered pussy mound brazenly on display a few inches from my nose.

I noticed a particular scent. The scent of my wife’s arousal. Her juices were already flowing, and with the show she was putting on in front of me, I knew it wouldn’t be long before my dick was at full mast.

She spun to face me, her hair flying wildly over her face as she smiled, and flipped it out of the way. Her hands then went to the clasp on the front of the bra between her two lovely breasts. She unhooked it, and slowly played with the cups of the bra, shaking her tits as she peeled the flimsy covers off them.

Finally she dropped her arms to the side, and stood ramrod straight as the bra straps unhooked off her shoulders, and the tiny garment slid down her back, and onto the floor. She looked right at me, noticing how my dick was responding, and decided I was ready for the real fun to begin.

She strutted her way up to my face until she had my nose pressed right into her soft and silky belly. She leaned forward and let her tits rub around on my face before shoving me back onto the bed. I was looking up at the ceiling as she climbed on top of me, and rubbed her chest against mine. I sucked in a lustful breath as I felt her hard nipples rubbing against my skin. She stopped moving for a moment, and I looked down to see what she was doing, and was just in time to see her holding the G-string off to one side of her little pussy before lowering her moist lips to the head of my dick.

She bucked her hips for a while, lubricating the head of my dick with her juices before sitting down on my now fully extended pole. I let out a soft moan as her familiar pussy lips slid down around my engorged member. She slowly lowered herself until I was fully encased inside her, and our thighs were touching each other.

“Not bad. I’ve had bigger, though.” She said with a smile as she looked down at me.

“Not funny. You don’t want to kill the mood, do you?” I asked her with a cross look on my face.

“Sorry.” She said with a hint of a smile, and then suddenly she started to bob up and down on my dick without warning.

I was charged up from the show she had put on earlier, and was afraid I wouldn’t last long, but every time my moans and groans would hit a certain pitch, she knew to slow it back down, or sometimes stop all together. I felt my wife once again dig her nails into my skin like she was using them as claws. I grimaced and let out a small “ouch,” but that seemed to only spur her on.

I looked up to see her face contorted in orgasmic rapture. She was pouting her lips, closing her eyes, and letting her hair flip wildly as she rode my cock like I had never seen before except in late night pornos. She came once, and I felt her juices flow around my dick, running out of her, all over me, and down onto the sheets. It had never been like this before, and I watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

After a very brief few seconds she went right back to grinding her crotch into mine, and using my pole to bring herself the most pleasure possible. Her tempo once again picked up, but this time she looked down at me and asked in a sultry voice, “Well, lover? You ready this time, too?”

She began to play with her own breasts, squeezing her nipples, and roughly pressing her tits together as she licked her lips. The sight of my wife acting like a whore in heat, along with the stimulation that she was providing me with as she bounced on top of me was more then enough to finish any man. With one hand on her hip to steady her eccentric bouncing, and the other hand straight out to the side, grasping and ripping at the bed sheets, I felt my self release.

My dick pulsed inside her tight little cunt. I was filling her box up with everything that I had. My hips came off the bed as I continued to twitch inside her. I heard her scream in pleasure as she came with me, and felt her pussy lips clamp down on me, holding me inside of her, and pulling at my dick to make certain every last bit of my cum had been milked out.

I collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent, and Angie leaned forward on top of me, her head to the side, breathing heavily. I felt my dick begin to shrink, but it was still inside of her, and every now and then I could feel her twitch her inside. Suddenly without warning, she rolled over to the other side of the bed and wiggled her way under the covers.

With nothing better to do, I also pulled back the bedding and crawled into bed next to her. I wasn’t certain what to say or do. Normally Angie would want to cuddle afterwards, but it appeared her new personality didn’t have any need for that.

“Did you need to clean up or anything?” I asked her, remembering that she always use to run to the bathroom right after.

“Oh, no. There is no better feeling in the world to fall asleep to then the after glow of a female orgasm and the slow leak of a man’s cum into a pair of panties.” She replied in a contented tone.

I didn’t say anything, just closed my eyes, and wondered if my wife would wonder what happened to her lingerie when she got her body back.

“You were pretty good. Not many guys can get me off even once, let alone twice. You keep that up, and I won’t have to stray… that much.” She said, and then giggled for a second or two.

“Thanks, I guess.” I replied to her. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was good sex. Better sex then I had with Angie in quite some time. This guy handled her body in the bedroom better then she did.

Soon she was softly snoring next to me as I wondered about what I had just done, and the day ahead of me.

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Gambling Problems - Chapter 3

I closed the door on my compact rental car as I headed up to the house. I had pushed every one of my appointments off today at work, and spent the vast majority of my time getting money from wherever I could. I had even managed to sell my Porsche in one day. I had taken a fairly large hit on it, but it put me a good way towards my goal of paying back Victor. I had liquidated a fair amount of the assets I had available, also at a considerable loss, and tapped out whatever I could get from my business, and even called some of my close friends and begged them for money. All in all I had around eighty percent of what I owed Victor. I thought I had done well, probably because I was highly motivated. The downside was that I was completely depleted on anything that would sell easily and quickly, so the rest of the money would take a decent amount of time to get.

As I opened the front door I wondered if it would be enough for Angie’s freedom.

Then I walked through the front door and heard my wife panting and moaning. She was laying on the couch in nothing but a set of lingerie, with her hands stuffed down the front of her panties fingering her pussy wildly. She was bucking her hips in time with her hands jamming in and out of her lips with her eyes closed tightly and the grimace of passion and a bit of pain on her face. The entire living room smelled of her juices. I was certain that she hadn’t heard me come in, and was still greedily pleasuring herself. Finally her face contorted and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as her legs spread wide and out into the air. She was cumming. I had just watched some guy finger my wife’s pussy to orgasm, and I was equal parts disgusted and turned on.

I wondered if there was something wrong with me. I should want this man out of my wife’s body as soon as possible, shouldn’t I? Without thinking, I let go of the door handle, and it slowly creaked shut with a loud audible squeal and thud.

Angie’s eyes popped open and her head tilted towards me on the couch, her face showing her shock at having an audience. I gulped and waved at her, completely unsure as to what I should say. She smiled and sat up into a sitting position as she looked at me, and then positioned her moist panties over her still shiny cunt before crossing her legs and spreading her arms on the back of the couch.

“Hey baby. I’m so glad you’re home. I mean don’t get me wrong, fingering a pussy is amazing, but it’s no substitute for some good old fashioned cock getting jammed up there. Take your pants off.” She said to me.

“Uh…” I said back stupidly. I couldn’t for the life of me come up with one intelligent comment. I knew what I wanted to say before, but now it had all slipped my mind.

“Oh don’t worry. I know what the problem is. You’ve had a hard day at work. You need some persuasion before you can perform. Don’t worry. Wifey will fix you right up.” She said as she stood up.

The next thing I knew Angie was on her feet and walking towards me. She pulled the briefcase out of my hand and tossed it towards the door, and it landed with a loud thump. She then grabbed my hands and pulled me over to my favorite chair, and gently pushed me backwards until I fell into it. She then knelt down in front of me and worked my belt off and my fly open. After all this she stood up and said, “If you feel the need to stroke it a little bit, that’s fine. Sometime when I’m outside a chick I need to stroke my dick a little bit too before I’m ready. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

Then she took two large steps backwards and began to sway and move to unheard music. As she did so she started to run her hands up and down her body, feeling herself up, and occasionally letting out a giggle or a groan. She would spin around and bend over, letting me see the little bulge of her pussy in between her legs covered by the small white thong. Other times she would drop to the floor, spreading her legs wide open. She then headed to the couch she had just finished masturbating on and began to rub her lithe body along the arms, all while smiling at me. Next her bra came off and fell to the floor. She noticed at this point my dick was tenting out under my boxers, but through the opening in my fly.

She winked at me, stood and slowly rotated her hips as she dropped her panties to the ground. I swear I could hear a thud from the tiny piece of fabric as it hit the wood floor. She was almost completely naked, saved for her six inch white heels and her stockings. She immediately flopped back down on the couch and twisted a few directions showing off her body before finally laying back with her legs spread and saying in a husky voice, “Come and get me tiger.”

Well, after that show, and the masturbation session, I was too ramped up to even try to say no, so I stood up, kicked off my shoes, and let my pants and boxers fall the rest of the way to the floor, and made it to the couch in record time.

Ang’s pussy was wet, warm, and inviting. Her body was already as ramped up and ready to go as mine was, so that little show she had just put on was obviously not just for my benefit. The head of my dick stretched her lips out wide as I pressed myself into her juicy love hole. She was groaning and pulling at my ass cheeks, desperately trying to get me to stuff my entire dick up inside her all at once. She wanted me to fill her completely and quickly. I wasted no time in giving her exactly what she wanted. I began jack hammering into her soft pussy right away. I didn’t bother to build up a rhythm. She was as charged up as I was, and I knew it. Her hands went from my ass cheeks to the top of her head as she pulled at her hair and let out a long, loud scream of passion, “YEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!”

I felt her pussy convulse and spasm around my meat. Her hips and ass were shivering against my thighs, and that was all it took to set me off, and I blasted her full of my cum. I opened my mouth, and closed my eyes, letting the orgasm wash over me.

Suddenly it was done. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. So was she. She put a hand to my chest and gave me a quick shove as she said, “Ok, you’re hot get off me. I don’t want you to get me all sweaty.”

I fell back to the other side of the couch, and as I did I heard my dick come out of her with an audible pop. I looked over at Angie to see her smiling, her legs still spread, and my cum leaking out of her crotch and down her ass crack, absorbing into the couch with her juices from the masturbation session from when I arrived home.

“That was pretty good. You knew just what I wanted.” She said as she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out. All you ever want is sex.” I replied dryly.

“Is that so bad, husband?” She replied with her sing song voice.

“Don’t call me that.” I replied, perhaps a bit too harshly.

“Fine. How was your day, dear?” She asked, emphasizing the last word, just to get under my skin.

“It was good. I’ve got about eighty percent of the money for Victor.” I replied, pleased with myself and then asked, “Is that enough to buy Ang back?”

“Well, considering how much you pissed off Victor, and seeing as my cut is ten percent, so you still owe him, and then you start paying me, no. I’m not going anywhere. How long until you can get the rest?” She responded to me in a matter of fact voice as she looked at her nails.

“I don’t know. I’ve gotten all the money I could get my hands on instantly.” I replied with a defeated tone.

“Hey, don’t worry. You’ll get it. The eighty percent that you’re going to turn over to Victor should keep him from breaking your legs this weekend. That’s an upside, right?” She said to me brightly.

“You always know how to cheer me up, Angie,” I replied sarcastically.

“Just call me little miss sunshine!” She said with a smile, and jiggled her tits at me.

“Yeah, anyways, should we head out and go give Victor the money I got?” I asked as I finally stood up and headed over to where my pants were lying in a pile on the floor and started to pull them on.

“Oh, I can’t go with you tonight. I have other plans.” She replied.

“What? What the hell do you mean you have other plans!” I shouted at her.

“Well, I’m not entirely certain I want to tell you now. You need to watch your temper around me, mister.” She replied back to me as she crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing her tits out even more then usual.

“You can’t have other plans. You’re my wife.” I said, still with heat in my voice.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want. And I will. And if you don’t like it, you can just lick me where I pee. Try and stop me and I’ll call the cops, and you’ll get to spend a night in jail after I tell them you were screaming and trying to hit me.” She replied back.

She had me by the balls, and she knew it. I couldn’t hurt her, or I’d be hurting my wife, not to mention, she was right about the fact that she could ruin my life with just one phone call. Between Victor’s goons breaking my legs, and the cops believing any story my “loving wife” could tell them, I just had to smile and play along.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I apologize.” I said through clenched teeth, but tried my best for a loving voice.

“Oh husband, it’s ok. I forgive you. Say, when you’re on your way back from Victors can you stop and grab some bags of chips? We don’t have any snacks for tonight.” She asked with a small smile.

“What do we need chips for?” I asked as I furrowed my eyebrows.

“The guys are coming over for some poker tonight. It’s a weekly thing I do with all my buddies.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Poker? Here? Absolutely not…” I started to say, then saw the cross look on Angie’s pretty face and realized where this would end tonight, so I hesitated, then finished my sentence with, “Absolutely not without some bags of chips, you’re right. I’ll grab some on my way back. Do we need anything to drink?”

“Good boy. Why don’t you pick up a case of light beer? A girl has to watch her figure, you know.” She replied with a large smile as I started to put my shoes on in preparation to leave.

I dreaded going to Victors, but to be honest, I think I dreaded what Frankie was going to do with my wife’s body tonight more. I hoped it was just play some poker.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I got fired today.” Angie said as she stretched her body out on the couch.

“What! Lost your job! I thought you would have called in sick instead of go into her job!” I stammered. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How was Angie going to take this! How was I going to explain it to her?

“Why would I call in sick? I have all her memories and skills. Plus I need to get out of this house, too. I’d go stir crazy in here all day alone.” She replied as she reached down and began to flick her left nipple with her forefinger.

“You son of a bitch! How could you get Angie fired? She loves that job!” I shouted.

“You’re yelling at me again.” She said with an angry tone as a warning and then continued, “Besides, I was doing her a favor. Those little fucks are horrid children. Always running around and screaming. Yelling out I want this or I want that. One especially ugly little cretin crapped himself, and the daycare manager expected me to change him. I told her to fuck off in front of the children. Apparently telling off your boss and teaching children a new swear word is grounds for dismissal. Who knew?”

“Unbelievable.” I said as I smacked my forehead with my hand.

“That’s what I said. I could swear in two different languages by the time I was five. These little shits can’t even swear in one! The school system in this country is broken for sure.” She said as she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

“Tomorrow morning you are going back there and you are going to beg for Angie’s job back. Tell them it was temporary insanity, or you’re sick or something.” I said to her.

“No can do, tiger. Tomorrow I plan on going shopping. The stuff that Angie has is cute, but I need some real clothes that I can use to show off this bitchin’ bod.” She replied as she began to flip through the channels.

“Shopping! Tomorrow! Haven’t you ruined Angie’s life enough? Do you really have to wreck her reputation too?” I asked her.

“Fuck you, dickweed. You ruined her reputation when you gambled more money then you could pay. If you wouldn’t have done that, I’d never even have heard of Angie Burns.” She replied without taking her eyes off the TV. She had stopped at a soft core porn of two women going at it like rabbits in heat. She suddenly said to me, again without looking away from the TV, “Speaking of gambling with money you don’t have, shouldn’t you be leaving to get Victor his money?”

Utterly defeated I stood up, headed towards the door, grabbing my briefcase on the way out. As I closed the door behind me, I heard her call out, “Don’t forget the chips and beer, dear!”

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Gambling Problems - Chapter 4

As I drove home my mode darkened. I was sore and would probably be pissing blood for the next several days from the beatings my kidneys took from Victor and his goons. I looked over at the bags of chips on the passenger seat of the small rental car and slammed my hand into the steering wheel. On the second hit I missed my mark and my pinky finger took the brunt of the force. I yelped in pain and quickly brought my hand to my mouth, sucking gently on my latest injury.

I got a slightly sadistic smile on my face as I realized I looked like I was the loosing end of a barroom brawl. I was on my way back to the house after stopping to pay victor and then grabbing some chips and beer for my possessed wife. I had given Victor all the money I had managed to scrounge up, but he was unimpressed. He asked about my black eye, and when I told him that Frankie had given it to me from inside my wife’s body he began to laugh at me so hard we couldn’t continue the conversation. I asked Victor if the money I had brought him was enough to get Frankie out of Angie’s body, and he became very upset. He was worried that I was going to skip town with Angie if Frankie left her body. I promised him I wouldn’t and then he asked me when I was going to bring him the rest of the money.

I told him I didn’t know, and that’s when things went down hill. His goons grabbed me, and stood me up against the wall in his office while holding my arms behind me. Victor slowly walked over and told me I had until the end of the week to get him the money, and when I reminded him that Frankie had called and gotten me more time he began to punch me in the stomach and sides.

I begged him to stop, and when he finally did, he asked me again when he would get his money. I again told him I didn’t know. He snapped his fingers, and then his goons began to hit me. By the time they were done, I was coughing up blood and I thought my nose was broken. I promised him I’d get him the money as fast as I could, and begged him for more time.

He then smiled at me and said I could take an extra week, but the debt just went back up twenty percent. My jaw dropped open, but I knew better then to say anything as my guts were still freshly beaten from the last time I had tried to say anything. I simply nodded, and he had his goons stand me up, and then throw me out of his office. They obviously enjoyed their job, because they not only carried me out of his office, but they tossed me out onto the street as well.

So there I was, driving back to my home after stopping for chips and beer at the supermarket. As I pulled onto my street, I grimaced. There were four other cars taking up the entire drive way leading to my house. I dropped my forehead into my steering wheel and closed my eyes. I squeezed them together as tightly as I could, until I saw white and black lines and a few stars swimming in my vision. I was hoping desperately that when I opened them again, the cars would be all gone, that my wife would be standing in the doorway waiting to greet me, and that she wouldn’t have some stranger directing her actions.

Unfortunately when I looked up, what I saw were four cars taking up my entire driveway. I knew that inside the house Frankie was hosting a card game for all his friends, and from the looks of their cars, they were all people that I would normally never associate with. I knew that he was hanging out and having a good time with my wife’s body while I was busy getting the shit beat out of me, and then stopping to get snacks for him on the way home.

I felt the anger rising and my blood pressure sky rocketing. I clenched my hands into fists and held them up in the air, and realized I wasn’t angry about Frankie. I wasn’t even angry at Victor. I was angry at myself for getting Angie into this situation, and the fact that I couldn’t do anything to get her out of it. I reached over and grabbed the chips and the beer, and started my walk up to the house. Keeping Frankie and Victor happy seemed like my only option right now.

I opened the door to cigar smoke and the smell of cheap booze. My wife suddenly came running in the living room from the kitchen and smiled at me. From the happy look on her face, for just a moment I almost thought that it was the real Angie, but then I looked away from her face. She was wearing almost nothing. A thin white halter top that was basically see through, with a matching skirt so short that it didn’t really matter it was see through, as it hid nothing. She had a small black tie, which wasn’t so much a tie, but more an accent for her tits. She also wore a tiny white thong, which was clearly visible under her almost completely transparent skirt, and some thigh high white stocking that hid more skin then the rest of her outfit combined. She was strapped into some four inch black high heeled shoes that helped to shape her long toned legs and make them look even better in the white stockings.

“About time you got here, we had no chips and already drank all the beer dry that you had in the house,” She said to me as she eyed up what I was carrying, then looked up at my face and her eyes went wide, “Jeez, what the hell happened to you? Don’t tell me you talked back to Victor? You never do that! You hand him the money, and tell him that you’ll get the rest as soon as you can.”

“Yeah, that’s information that I could have used before I left.” I said wearily.

“Well, I didn’t think you were stupid. Now I know better, and I’ll try and warn you before you do something dumb from now on. C’mon, grab a beer and sit down, it’ll take your mind off things.” Angie said to me.

I handed her the chips and the case of beer, and shook my head as I said, “No, I’m just gonna clean myself up and head to bed. Sorry I don’t think I can watch my wife parade around other men wearing that.”

“You like it? I picked it up special to make sure the people with dicks that I’m playing against were hard and most of their blood was in the wrong head. It never hurts to have a plan.” She said as she spun, and modeled some poses for me in the slinky lingerie.

She then reached down and picked up the bags and the case and started to carry them into the kitchen, but I could see she was struggling with the heavy box full of beer cans, so I took it back from her, and motioned for her to lead. She nodded and walked into the kitchen and up to the table, dropping the bags of snack chips to one side of a large pile of plastic chips in the center of the table. I could see the lecherous stares of the other men, as their eyes wandered over the near nude form of my wife.

I set the case of beer down on the counter top, and was about to head to the bedroom when one of them slapped Angie on the ass and said, “You’re turn Frankie. You can sit that sweet little ass right down on my lap if you want. I’ll even unzip my fly fer ya!”

Well, Angie went around to the empty chair on the far side of the table, thank god, and started to poke through her cards. She then said, “I’ll see your fifty bucks, and raise you a bra. That’s gotta be worth another hundred, I mean, look at this rack!” as she pushed her chest out and held up her hands under her breasts.

“Naw, no way Frankie! Seventy five tops. We’ll go a hundred if you titty slap the winner’s face for a minute or two.” One of the guys said to Angie.

“Deal,” she simply said, as she reached behind her back and undid a clasp before taking her top off and casually tossing it on top the chip pile.

Well, shortly there after, the cards were all dropped on the table and one of Frankie’s companions won the hand. As promised, my wife got up, walked over to him, kneeled into his lap and leaned forward into his face, and shook her chest, bouncing her boobs all over his face for a solid thirty seconds. I could have sworn I even saw his tongue sticking out for a bit.

Well, as much as I wanted, I couldn’t leave these guys alone with my wife. I didn’t know if I could keep Ang from doing anything to bad with her body, but I was sure as hell going to try. Angie walked back over to the counter and started handing out beers to all the men. She then grabbed a cigar and sat back down at her spot at the table for another hand.

I leaned across the table and grabbed a hand full of snack chips as the man dealing the cards eyed me up like I was trying to steal his wallet. Angie looked at me oddly also, and gave me a questioning look. I shrugged my shoulders and replied to her look, “I’ve gotten a second wind. You mind if I play a few hands with you guys?”

“Only if you can afford the buy in, bag-licker.” One of the guys said.

“Oh, c’mon Jerry, don’t be that way.” Angie purred at him, and then said, “I’ll spot him. After all he is my husband.”

That comment got a round of chuckles out of the men at the table while it made me cringe. I pulled over a chair and they made some room for me as Angie tossed me some of the plastic chips off her pile. She then said, “Reds are twenty five, blues are fifty, and whites are one hundred. Men’s clothing is worthless, and women’s clothing is decided as it comes off, but has to be agreed upon before it gets tossed on the table. Good luck.”

We played hands of poker well into the night. I was pretty decent at poker, and most of the other guys were pretty drunk already when I showed up, so it was relatively easy to find their tells. I was soon up almost a grand, but it was frustrating watching Frankie slowly strip the clothing off my wife’s body for money. His skirt was worth three hundred, and came with a lap dance for the winner of the hand. I had a shit hand that particular round, and knew I couldn’t bluff my way through it, as they would expect that from me to protect my wife’s body, and then it would cost me both money and my wife giving some guy I didn’t know a lap dance. So I settled for just my wife’s body rubbed up against a stranger. It was difficult to just sit there while watching Angie rub herself around in a guy’s lap, especially while being heckled by all the guys there. The other part that made me grind my teeth together was listening to Frankie use Angie’s sweet voice in such a sultry manner as she moaned and giggled and chatted with the guy while she was helping him pitch a tent.

Another hour or so went by, and as the men continued to get drunk, I continued to do better and better. I was up almost ten grand, and everyone decided to that they would only play one more hand. Partly because I was holding most of their money, and partly because they had drank all the beer and ate all the food, but mainly because I could see that they were all horny after watching Angie wander around almost naked, and I almost knew that Frankie, in her body was looking for sex just as much as any of them, maybe more even.

One of the guys dealt the cards, and I didn’t have much of a hand, but I knew I had to stay in it until the end. He went around, and I read peoples faces as they discarded and picked up new cards. I put down three cards, and asked the dealer for three more. He nodded and flung them over to me. As I picked them up I looked around at my opponents and wondered how best to play my new cards. The dealer continued around the table giving people cards. I saw Angie smile as she picked up her replacement cards and tuck them into different spots. She had a pretty decent hand, as that was Frankie’s tell.

I looked back at my hand as the first round of chips was tossed in. It was a big pot. The wagers started to come out, as people were raising left and right. I knew three of Angie’s friends had nothing in there hands and were bluffing, but one, the guy she had referred to as Jerry, definitely had something. His lower lip was twitching. Suddenly Angie stood up. She looked around the table, and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her tiny thong.

“Well, boys, what are these worth to you?” She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows, and then locked eyes with me.

“I’ll give you two hundred.” On of the guys replied.

“C’mon, I got three hundred for the skirt! This is bona fide grade A twat here. None of that fish left out in the sun for a day stank that you pecker heads usually screw and call it the best night of your life. I even shaved it up nice and pretty, with just a little patch of curlies above the slit like you pricks like. I’ve been on a slow roast since I slipped into this little outfit, too so no need for foreplay. I’m wet and ready!” Angie said as she talked about her pussy like it was something she was selling on a TV infomercial.

“So we’re talking about fucking here, then, huh? How much fucking? Like a wham-bam, thank you ma’am? Or like, you’ll be screaming, ‘Oh Jerry, take me harder!’ all night long?” Jerry questioned my wife.

“As long as you can get it up, I’ll give you a meat pocket to slip it in. You want me to moan like a whore, just call me Mona. You want me to be silent and take it doggy style, just call me Fido. Get it?” Angie asked him.

Jerry nodded and said, “eh, that’s worth about seven hundred.”

“That’s worth at least five grand.” I said out loud as I started to count my white chips.

“What the hell are you talking about, bag licker?” Jerry asked me.

“I’m just saying, I’ve had those legs wrapped around me before. I’ve blown my load in that pussy. It’s worth way more then you guys are giving Frankie.” I said as I stacked up a pile of my poker chips.

“Bullshit asshole, no pussy is worth five kay.” Another guy said as he leaned back in his chair.

“Oh hers is. I’ll give her five grand right now to keep her panties on, and you guys out of them.” I said as I looked up at Angie.

“You know what, he’s right! I am always selling myself cheap in these bitches for you guys. You don’t have to worry about shit. I let you guys get off on ‘em how ever you want, and as many times as you want, and you never have to worry about ‘em coming back and asking for child support or nothing! Fuck, sometimes you guys even want anal! I need at least three kay for the panties and the sex, or I’m keeping ‘em on tonight.” She said as she sat down and crossed her legs.

I got death stares from all the guys at the table, but fortunately it so far had kept my wife from getting plowed by these derelicts. Three of the guys slowly pushed there chairs back from the table as they grumbled about “Frankie’s new golden pussy being to rich for their tastes,” and tossed there cards in the middle of the table.

It was just Jerry, who was scratching at the stubble on his chin thinking about it, Ang who was sitting relined with her legs crossed and a small smile on her face, and me still at the table. I could see the wheels turning in Jerry’s head and he finally spoke up, “Fine three kay, but I wanna fuck ya in her bed. And you make breakfast the next morning like a real grateful bitch.”

“Ha, you’ll be too tired to wake up before noon from all the fuckin’ we’re gonna do.” Angie replied to him as she stood up and slid her panties off, and dropped them on the table.

Well, Jerry tossed a whole pile of poker chips in the middle of the table to cover the three thousand dollars the panties represented and then looked at me, “Whadda think of that nut sack? I’m gonna enjoy blowing my load all over your wife’s face and then your pillow.”

I, in response, simply pushed all of my poker chips into the middle of the table. All ten thousand, give or take a couple hundred. If he was going to beat me, it was going to cost him. I looked at his face as he made a grimace. I looked at Angie to see an amused smile on her face.

She also pushed all the chips in front of her into the center of the kitchen table, and then asked me, “This little bitch means that much to you huh?”

I didn’t reply, and instead looked back to Jerry, who was still looking at the pile of poker chips in the center of the table. His other friends around the table were calling him a pussy, and telling him to get in there, and he looked down at his pile of chips.

It was Angie; however that finally got him to toss his chips in when she licked her fingers, and then lightly ran them down her entire body and hid one of them in her tight little pussy, moaning as it disappeared in between her lower set of lips. The three guys watching held there hands up in victory and let out cheers, and Jerry must have decided he needed to try and get that pussy for a night.

Well he as soon as he pushed his cards all in, he flipped his hand over and said, “HA! Full house, eights over deuces. Spread those legs, bitch.” Jerry said triumphantly.

“I’m not spreading anything for you, needle dick! I’ve got my own full house. Jacks over Aces.” Angie replied as she flipped her cards over as well, and then looked to me.

“You got what it takes, tiger?” She asked as she smiled and caressed her naked breasts.

“Well, I don’t know if the nine of clubs is much, but I’m pretty sure the four matching queens means that I not only win the money, but I also get my wife any way I want her tonight.” I said as I flipped over my hand.

“You cheatin’ fucks! You were in this together! I want my money back!” Jerry called out as he stood up and pointed fingers at both me and Angie.

I wasn’t up for another beating tonight, but luckily Frankie’s other friends stood up for him, “C’mon Jerry, you know that I dealt the cards.” One guy said, as another made the comment, “Frankie’s never been a cheat. And we don’t wanna piss him off, ‘cause we got a good thing going with him and the girls, so shut up before we beat yer ass.”

Well, that seemed to calm Jerry down, and soon Angie was walking the men to the door. She stopped at a small box on a table by the door and opened it up, pulling some cash out and paying the three guys who still had some poker chips left. She then smiled and waved as they walked out the door and said, “Maybe next time you’ll get to sample some of this bitch, guys! I’ll call ya!”

She closed the door and slowly turned to look at me. She then handed me a pile of cash. There had to be at least thirty two thousand dollars in the stack. She winked and said, “To the winner go the spoils, champ. You never told me you were a card shark. Not surprising. What is surprising is how Victor took you for so much money. You’re pretty good.”

“Eh, always someone better. I learned that the hard way. I was kinda motivated tonight, though. I had to save my wife’s ass, so it meant more then money.” I told her.

“Speaking of ass, how do you want me? I can be a complete little whore, like I said, or I could even pretend to be sweet little Angie for you.” She said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Well, first you need to go brush your teeth, because your cigar breath is going to suffocate me, and then, to be honest, I’d like to try everything from whore to angel, and maybe make a few stops in between.” I told her, and grabbed a fist full of her butt cheeks.

“Holy shit, look at you. Finally starting to enjoy this, I see.” She said to me after she got over the shock of my hand on her ass.

“I’ve had a rough day. I need to unwind, or it’ll kill me. Plus, after I drop this money off with Victor tomorrow, it may be enough to have him call you back out of Angie, so if we only have one night left, I might as well show you why she married me.” I said as I looked down at my wife’s beautiful face, and almost completely naked body.

Angie turned and trotted over to the stairs, and I watched her hips sway back and forth as she went up them and out of sight heading to the bathroom. I suddenly realized I liked the sight of her in just black high heels and white stockings, and nothing else.

As soon as I heard the water start running, I started to look for a place to hide the money for the night. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Angie, I mean Frankie, it was just that I didn’t want to take any chances as I might be able to get the real Angie back soon.

Once I dropped the money in an old cookie jar, I grabbed the small white thong off the table and while swinging it around one finger like a trophy, I smiled as I ascended the stairs and planned on taking my wife in all the dirty little ways a proper couple never get to have sex.