Betting the Bride

What the hell!

"Let's see how far you will go, sweet bride," he laughed to himself.

After thirty minutes of being very still, Susan detected Keith very slowly moving her blanket around. She was facing away from him when he touched her ever so slightly on the leg. She was caught by surprise but didn't move, sitting very still and forcing her eyes to stay close. The touching became more brazen after a while until he finally put his hand fully on her leg just about the knee. She didn't know what to do. Wake Colin and tell him? She decided it would be best if she just pretended to be asleep. She was sure it would go away.

"Easy, baby," Keith thought. "Don't overreact and we'll be okay."

He would prove her wrong. Instead of her lack of response making him think she was sleeping it instead only encouraged him. He slowly started an upward exploration of her left leg. Her short dress slid upward as his hands slowly advanced, his bare hand making small circles on her warm skin.

"Leave me alone, Keith! What are you doing?"

The thoughts tumbled through her mind but couldn't come out of her mouth.

She froze in time.

"So far, so good," Keith admitted.

His advance was slow and deliberate, making it harder for her to feign sleep. At times there was a hesitation and his hand would leave her leg. She realized he was stopping to unbutton her dress as he went up. Her breathing had increased and her heart was pounding. She couldn't believe it! His brazen advance up her leg took forever. First Blake, now this!

Keith smiled. O-o-o-h-h-h, little girl! You should have stopped this already. Are you really asleep?

He got his answer. With her dress separated way up and his hand well under it, he touched her over her thong. That's when she reached down and grabbed his wrist, opening an unspoken dialogue. They both knew she was not asleep now, and they were to determine where this was going. She didn't fight him so much but instead put steady pressure on his wrist, trying to force him away from her and let him know he was not to do it.

He never got rough or pushy, but just continued the pressure, slowly starting to caress her pussy with the tips of his fingers through the flimsy cloth. Susan avoided eye contact, keeping her eyes to the right where her husband was blissfully sleeping through this.

The next ten minutes or so seemed like hours, with her trying to ward off Keith's advancing, ever exploring hand. She finally turned her head close to him and whispered.

"No, Keith. No."

It fell on deaf ears and his exploration continued. Susan came to the quick realization that she had two choices. She could either fight this and make a big scene or let it go its natural way.

Deep down the inexperienced country girl knew the answer...where this would go.

"Where are you, Colin?" she thought as she glanced at her sleeping mate.

There was still a state of panic but her body relaxed a little, her legs parting slightly.

Keith picked up on it right away.

"There we go, baby." He thought. "Open just a little wider for me."

He made full contact with her, cupping her pussy in his hand. After a few minutes of rubbing her with the palm of his hand her thong gathered to one side and his fingers made contact with her clit. Even though she couldn't help but anticipate it, his touch still came as a shock and she involuntarily jerked at the contact.

"U-u-m-m-m," Keith reacted.

"She's already soaking wet!"

Keith was right. Colin had primed her before the flight and for all her apprehension she couldn't help but react at least a little to Keith's fingers. She realized it was much like the past week with Blake but this time it was much more than just a fleeting brush of fingertips. It wasn't like she was subconsciously giving her pussy an invitation to enjoy his fingers but instead her body was reacting against her better senses. Despite her mental protests the sensuous soft strokes were slowly infiltrating her mood.

With her feelings of panic starting to give way to his masterful touch, Susan was really becoming aroused. Her breathing continued to increase, her heartbeat was fast, and she started moving slightly with his teasing. His touch never got rough, but continued as slow, gentle movements just as he had from the start.

Keith felt the tiny reactions, the subtle submissions. It was time to move on.

The slight brushing on her clit gave way to unabated access and he started rubbing her faster, making strong little circles then flipping it rapidly from side to side with one finger. If she didn't recognize what was transpiring Keith did.

Susan was a goner!! She had relented.

Her hand was no longer pushing his wrist away but rather squeezing it gently and pulling it toward her, encouraging him as if he needed any. He didn't. Keith's heart was racing as fast as hers. The only difference between the two of them at the time was that he had control, not her.

The slow tiny circles her ass was making became more apparent, over a period of minutes becoming a very steady rotation rising and falling from his touch. Susan writhed in her seat, trying to be quiet, her mouth open and the air rushing out. He carefully increased his speed and pressure on her clit until it became a rapid vibration.

It took only a few minutes.

Susan lost it.

It was unthinkable. There was no way it could happen!

She knew that.

Keith actually had thought that it wouldn't happen, either, but he was wrong.

He was beside himself. Debbie didn't lose many bets to him but she was going to lose this one. And the payoff was huge!

Susan's hand went over her mouth and she began a long, silent gut wrenching orgasm, moving over in the seat towards Keith and as far away from Colin as she could, trying not to wake him with her gyrations. Keith kept it up, never stopping to let her come down off her high. He had her on the ropes and had no intention of giving her any relief.

Within ten minutes her explosion was followed by another, this more intensive than the first. Her face turned beet red and she thought surely anybody sitting close to them could hear her. She glanced constantly at Colin, maybe to see that he was still asleep, maybe to mentally cry out for his rescue. She had definitely become a willing prisoner to his uncle's fingers.

She wanted to break herself free but Keith had taken complete control of her. He looked around very carefully, gently pulled her face to him, kissed her very softly on the ears first, and then whispered.

"Do you always come so hard?"

She didn't answer, turning her head away in embarrassment. She was well past lying and hoped that he would take her silence to mean "no."

"This is impossible, totally unthinkable," she thought to herself as she squirmed from the uninvited fingers.

"What else could possible happen to me?" she lamented.

She didn't really want to know the answer. Keith already had ideas.

She was literally speechless, her mind totally taken over by his mouth and fingers, breaking the assault only to check Colin to see if he was asleep. What would he have thought? He had long ago turned over so that his face was facing them.

"Don't open your eyes, honey," she quietly pleaded.

Keith was as stunned as he was excited. He knew he was really pushing it. This had gone way past his original intent. In his wildest imagination he would never have thought she would have responded to him like this.

Hell, all he had intended to do was to steal her panties!

All at once it stopped. Her hips were still rolling in the seat in response to his touch but just as casually as he had entered Keith moved his hands from her, taking advantage of her little gyrations and distractions to remove her flimsy panties as he did. He slid them down and off her legs as casually as if they were in a bedroom, leaving her hips still moving slightly as she put her dress back together. Thank god it was over.

Whatever was happening to her life? Why was it happening? Am I sending out a signal?

She still had hours to think about it. There would be no sleep for her as she tossed and adjusted herself on the seat.

It took an hour or so. Somewhere high over the Atlantic the sensual side of Susan slowly replaced the panicking side. She reached down and gently rubbed herself. She was slushy between her legs. She had to face the fact that no matter how it had happened she had become a willing recipient of Keith's advances.

He had thoroughly aroused her and there was no denying it. Maybe the environment in which it happened with Colin right beside them increased the excitement, maybe the lurid circumstances. What she knew for sure was it had been the most explosive sex she could remember and Keith had done it all with one hand!

Susan turned over on her right side and looked at her husband quietly sleeping. What had she done? What would he think if he knew? Unless Keith returned it to her in the next hour or so Colin might realize that she was no longer wearing her thong. She wondered what Keith had done with it. If she didn't recover it somehow she was going to have a very inquisitive husband. This was the second pair of panties she had lost in a week. Colin never gave back the one he took from under her wedding dress.

She had no idea the value of that missing thong. It may have been given to her as a gift but she was to pay a huge price for it.

I BELIEVE THIS IS YOURS

In comparison to what had happened on their wedding day and on the plane to Paris, for Susan the rest of the honeymoon seemed uneventful. The newlyweds had a great time hitting all the normal tourist spots, eating at tiny restaurants and having that special impromptu honeymoon sex at any and all times of the day and night. Keith stayed well out of the way as he said he would. They saw him occasionally, with him always picking up the tab when they were around. Without him, there was no way they could eat in the nicer restaurants.

Colin seemed a little at odds at times but Susan let it pass. Although he was paying her the utmost of attention there were times he seemed a little distracted. But what wasn't a distraction were the many times that he pounded her grateful pussy without mercy. She loved it!

Having said that, she thought it was a little strange that, without fail, he went through a little ritual of slowly removing her panties each time. If it weren't for the kisses he trailed down her legs it was as if he were trying to steal them from her without her knowledge.

The only time that Keith and Susan were alone for any period of time happened one afternoon when Colin had fallen into a sex induced nap. She slipped down into the hotel lobby, looking into shops that she couldn't afford. As she was looking into the window of an expensive lingerie shop, Susan heard a familiar voice.

"See anything you like?" She looked up and was surprised to find Keith standing there with a suggestive smile on his face.

Susan had done all she could to make sure the two of them were never alone but all at once here they were and she immediately felt the intimacy, even standing there in public. She felt her face turn red as she quickly recalled what had happened on the plane. And for some unexplainable reason a flushed crimson face wasn't her only reaction to his presence.

Keith read her like a book. In the company of her husband she felt protected and was okay. Put in the position of being the least bit intimate and she was unsure of herself. Was it his imagination or did he just see her nipples harden?

He was right with both of his thoughts. Her nipples were suddenly bullets. She still had to speak, though. There was no escape. She was honest, telling him that she liked all of it but could afford none. He insisted that she go inside with him for a few minutes.

"Just to look", he promised. "Just to see what they have."

Susan was hesitant but went in. The saleslady was very attentive as they wandered about and Susan looked. "Look" was all she could do. The merchandise was beautiful and incredibly expensive! Susan looked and touched but nothing more. It was a bit embarrassing with Keith right there. She knew the sales lady assumed he was her husband. Their age difference was common for a relationship in France.

While Susan was casually looking through some panties and bras, the lady asked what size she wore. Since Susan didn't know if she meant American or European sizes, she hesitated to answer. Keith casually responded to her in French.

Susan was surprised.

"I didn't know you spoke French." He had been given plenty of opportunity to do so before.

"You never asked," he laughed. Then he held his hands up a little.

"I speak a little," he admitted. Then he proceeded to carry on a casual conversation in French with the woman.

The lady went straight to the shelves and returned with some incredibly erotic items.

Susan was standing there dumbfounded, becoming more and more aware of the little twitch growing between her legs. It was so stupid, so utterly ridiculous, but for some reason it excited her when he spoke French with the lady. Why did she find that so arousing?

What else did she not know about him?

A new revelation caused her some concern.

How did he know her exact sizes? Bras, panties...everything. She assumed that even Colin had little idea.

When she started to protest them bothering the lady, saying that she couldn't buy anything, Keith whispered to her that he wanted to buy her a few items "for being such a good sport."

He and the lady selected some extremely provocative items for the desperately protesting Susan, including two very sexy see through short gowns. After each selection the lady would turn away from Keith and hold it up for Susan to see, smiling broadly and raising her eyebrows as if to say, "O-o-o-h, la-la, lady. Your husband is selecting outrageously sexy stuff for you!"

Susan had no idea that one of the things Keith had said to the lady was that the two of them were newlyweds.

Susan was afraid to know what it cost. Instead of giving the items to her, Keith told her he would keep them for her until they got back to his house so that she wouldn't have to explain anything to Colin.

"Then it will be your problem to explain," he laughed. It was all so bazaar she said nothing.

The flight home was uneventful. Susan wore some conservative shorts instead of a dress and made sure Colin was seated in the center. She wasn't about to have any repeats of the trip over, still not understanding what gave Keith the mental liberty to accost her. Even more so she was chastising herself for not only allowing it to happen, but for getting caught up in it like she was an unpopular high school girl on a one night stand with the football captain. Why hadn't she been furious instead of aroused? Never, ever again would she be taken advantage of like that.

When they arrived back in Houston she was stunned to empty out their laundry bag and find her missing thong at the bottom of it. She had no idea how it could have possibly gotten there. She looked at it closely. It was crusty to the touch. Was that her dried juices she was feeling? Oh, my God! Keith would have easily felt it, seen it. Any doubts of how bad she had been creaming her panties at his touch were quickly removed.

Susan had no idea that as soon as they had arrived at the hotel in Paris Keith had slipped the prized thong to Colin. He hated to ruin Colin's trip with the news but he knew it was something that couldn't be kept secret. For one thing, he knew Colin would be chomping at the bit to know. Second, a bet was a bet and he had won!

A stunned Colin had been devastated! How had it happened? He had lost another bet. Double or nothing, that had been the bet. He owed Keith thousands. Somehow Keith had been able to remove the tiny thong off a sleeping Susan on the trip over. How could that have possibly happened?

Within the next few hours and days two thoughts fought for Colin's attention. One, he owed a shit pot of money he didn't have. As troublesome as that was he knew he could arrange something with Keith. It wasn't as if his uncle was hard up for cash. Just one of the meals the threesome had consumed cost Keith over five hundred dollars.

But the second thing was much more problematic. Within a few hours after the initial shock of Keith's stunning presentation of her thong, the visions formed in his mind...the troubling thoughts began to develop. Surprisingly, it took even less time for the new husband to turn those worrisome thoughts and visions from those of disbelief to those of eroticism. Suddenly, Colin couldn't shake the thought of Keith's hands slowly sliding that tiny black thong down Susan's legs. Throughout that day and evening in Paris the more he thought about it the more it caused an unexplainable illicit and lurid excitement.

Think about it! What were the real possibilities that Keith would have been able to take Susan's panties off without her knowing? Had he been that lucky?

Or had there been a silent, consenting collusion on the part of his new bride? Had the "garter" thing at their reception been less innocent than he had imagined?

Colin's intuition reflected exactly what had happened. Deep down he knew there was no way Keith could have pulled it off without her knowledge. No way!

That left only one possible scenario. His new bride had been aware of the treachery and either couldn't stop it or didn't want to.

Either way, the image made him rock hard. That first evening in Paris an appreciative Susan received a tremendous nonstop pounding at the courtesy of a pair of flimsy black underwear. For Susan the no holds barred fucking was the perfect start to a perfect honeymoon.

The exciting, lusty activities for those next few wonderful days faded the memories of the first few hours and days of their marriage that had gotten such a prohibited, illicit, and yet somehow erotic beginning.

She had no idea her life was being wagered into episodes...some past, some future.

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Part Two ready to publish. Susan finds an entirely new meaning for "Texas Hospitality!"