The Bet Ch. 03, Day 03 - Sex Stories

The Bet Ch. 03, Day 03

... had arrived at the cabana later than planned because several had to recover from the night before. They asked about Dana and I told them she was my wife.

"Dude, no offense but your wife is epically hot," one of the younger ones said.

"Don't I know it," I told him. "Not sure how I landed her - I must have been having a good day."

"Or maybe you have a big dick," another suggested. He backed off when I gave him the Marine Corps look.

"Just kidding man, sorry. You're a lucky guy - she's hot to begin with, but that bikini..."

"She wore that as a treat for me," I told him. "But if you guys make a big deal of it, she'll change out of it in a heartbeat."

"OK, stay cool, got it. Any chance you can get her to come over? We're trying to attract women, and they seem to flock together. Maybe if they saw her with us.."

"I'll try," I told him. "But don't count on it."

I went over to the lounge and leaned down to kiss Dana on the neck. She seemed to accept that, so I pressed on.

"I think we should go next door and be sociable for a little while," I suggested.

"Why would we do that?"

"They seem like nice guys, and we might be doing them a favor," I explained." They're trying to attract women to their cabana, and they think you being there would help."

Dana was amused by that. "So, I'm to be a Judas goat?" she asked.

"I don't think it's quite that sinister," I said. "Come on, just for a little while."

"Let me get my coverup," Dana said. "I'm not ...

... going into a crowd of 20 horny guys dressed like this."

Dana put on her coverup and we headed over. The guys supplied us with drinks and we were soon chatting. A little while turned into a longer while because some of them were Pittsburgh Steeler fans like Dana and they bonded. So I got to listen to a lot of Steeler analysis, complaints, etc.

Six o'clock arrived and an announcement came over loudspeakers that topless bathing was now allowed. The guys all looked at Dana expectantly. Even wearing the coverup, it was obvious that Dana had spectacular tits.

"Not happening guys," was her quick reply. The subject was dropped, to my relief. About fifteen minutes later the sun had gone down enough that the cabanas were in shadow, so Dana took off her sunglasses. It was a matter of minutes before a slightly inebriated partier came over and looked at her closely.

"Was that you dancing at The Essex last night?" he asked bluntly.

Dana blushed and answered, "No, I think you're mixing me up with someone else."

He looked at Dana again. "It was you! Cinnamon, right? You won the amateur contest - you were amazing!"

It was clear he wasn't going to give up, so I intervened. "The lady says it wasn't her pal. Let it go."

"No, you don't understand - no offense! That was the most awesome stripper routine I've ever seen! We couldn't get anywhere near the stage for your encore dance. Then we were hoping you would do table dances - we wanted to have you give our groom Chet a lap ...