"I win," says Lisa. "But you lose, Steve."

Lori strutted topless into the room where her husband and Lisa are. When they looked at Lori, she just smiled as my biggest come in weeks dripped off her pretty face onto her big firm breasts. Her hard nipples jutted straight out at Lisa and Barry.

"Ta-da!" she said.

"I win." said Lisa, pointing to her wrist. "You bet me you would have my husband shooting on your face in five minutes. Sorry neighbor, zip to 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum!' was twelve minutes."

"Well, damn," Lori said. "I guess I was enjoying myself too much. I thought I had it in the bag."

"You BET her?" I asked. I stuffed my dick back in my pants, trying to grasp at anything that would make me look respectable.

"SHE bet ME," Lisa said. "I just laughed, but she said, 'No, it's a bet!'"

"What?" I said.

"You lose, Steve," Lisa said. "Unless you can think of some really good reason your wet dick is hanging out of your pants."

"But you were taking a walk!" I protested.

Lisa gave me a look of pity and scorn.

"Unless you beg me, I AM taking a walk," she said. "Back to Indiana."

I got down on my knees in front of Lisa and two near-strangers. Barry looked sort of frozen, like Lori had just pulled something on him, but he wasn't going to do anything. Lori smirked, my come still dripping from her face.

"Lisa, what can I do to make you forgive me?" I said. "I beg you, I never wanted to hurt you. Please, tell me what I have to do?"

"Okay," Lisa said. "I've resigned myself to the fact that you're a pig who can't resist a pair of DD tits. If it was just that, I could live with it. But the last FIVE times, count them, FIVE times, we've had sex, you haven't had the common courtesy to do what I've asked you to to help me come. Five times you've left me totally frustrated. And then you COMPLAIN if I try and get myself off. I think you're a gorgeous hunk of man. You're even a great guy most of the time. You're a wonderful kisser. I gotta say I love feeling your cock inside me. But you're a TOTAL PIG in bed!" She paused, her chest heaving. "God, do I have to throw a SCREAMING FIT to get you to listen?" She sighed.

"What can I do?" I begged. Lisa was right. I loved her, so at least I could give a fuck for her pleasure too.

"Okay, let me lay down a few rules I think I can live with," Lisa said. "First, none of this 'please, baby!' quickie shit any more. If I say stop, you stop. If you need to get off, give yourself your own damn quickie. Next, you give me what I need. Every time you want me, you're gonna kneel down and pray to my cunt with your tongue until you get me off. At least till I think you're going to listen once you've got your dick inside me." Lisa paused again. Her face was red and her eyes were puffy, but she wasn't crying.

I nodded. "I'll do it. I'll do anything for you," I said.

"Really?" Lisa asked.

"Yes," I said, my voice trembling.

Lisa's voice lowered to more of its normal low, sweet tone. She sat down in the center of the couch and spread her knees. She gripped the elastic waistband of her pants. "Then you can start now," she said.

"But Barry and, and Lori?" I asked.

"They're not going anywhere," she said.

Lori chuckled. "Don't forget, Lisa, you won. You going to collect your prize too?"

Barry bit his lip and nodded. He seemed to be pretending ****, maybe to make me feel better. I had noticed he'd been eyeing Lisa's backside through her passionate rant about my piggishness. I thought I saw Lisa shooting sidelong glances at Barry AND Lori during all this. Did they put her up to this? What did Lori put up for her side of the bet?

But I couldn't think of anything better to do, so I scooted across the floor, knee by knee, over to Lisa on the couch.