My Husband's Gamble

My husband Steve had been acting strange for the last 3 months or so, distracted, morose, agitated, and distant.

To name but a few of the things that seemed to be out of kilter!

Our sex life was almost non existent, not that it was top rate before all this.

I didn't know want to do, I had tried talking to him, pleading with him to let me in, and talk to me.

It wasn't his golf game; he still was doing plenty of that, carries a good handicap of 11, so no problem there.

He is a self employed motor mechanic, and he is good at it too, always plenty of work, he has his own fully fitted though small garage, and it has provided us with a really good living over the years, but as most people know who take their cars in for service or repair to a garage, it can be quite expensive to say the least, I know, because I do his books!

I am Jacqueline Parkinson, or Jacqui as I'm better known, before I go much further, I must admit to having 2 affairs in the past, and both times got found out, and believe me the dirty brown stuff really did hit the fan!

And both affairs were with the same man!

Which didn't go down very well either, as you may imagine?

But all that is over now, so I thought things were good between us again, and I did believe they were, so what was it that was wrong?

I just didn't know, although I'm about to relate just what it was, and the resultant fireball.

But about me, first, as I have said, I am Jacqui, 5ft 7and a half, soft wavy curlyish dark brown, almost black hair, down and slightly past my shoulders, all my life I have had plenty of attention from men, and boys, especially at my husbands golf club, Hill Peak GC, which is where I met my lover.

My lover used to love spending time just kissing me; he would say I had the sexiest softest mouth in the world, just meant for kissing, and also for one other major thing too!

I am still sexually alive anyway, so I know I must be, and still am, attractive to most types of men.

I am not thin, in fact I am a bit rounded, and my bumps are in all the right places,

Sensitive upturned nipples, that love attention, narrow at the waist; it gives me a real full figure, in a real live woman's body!

I have plenty to get hold of, though I am not fat in any sense of the word. And I dress well; I believe that's a woman's prerogative

I am a handful for any man, my lover used to tell me that a tit that is more than a handful is a waste! And I had to agree.

I'm not a 6ft model skinny type, I have got what men find to be attractive, and I have flaunted it over the years. What woman doesn't?

I was becoming more and more exasperated with my husband; he just would not discuss anything about what was troubling him.

I eventually gave up, and carried on with my life, I even moved into a spare bedroom in our house.

My house, let me tell you about it, as I have said, he earns good money, so we now live in a secluded area, in a small enclave, a 4 bed detached, 2 en suite, we have a Mercedes as our best car and 2 others, expensive holidays, do you get the picture?

I love sex, and Steve, bless him, although he always tries, has never been able to give me as much as I wanted, hence my 2 affairs with the same man, I did try to resist him, but I tell myself I was vulnerable, and ripe for plucking, and did he satisfy me? Oh boy did he ever!

Vulnerable! That's what I told people who asked why I had an affair.

So, this one Monday night, we were sitting at home, we had had dinner, and were settling down to a night in front of the television, he as usual had hardly said a word to me!

The doorbell rang, so as I was nearest the door I got up to answer, and stood there on the step was a big man, a coloured man, about 6ft 2" or so, very smartly dressed, dark suit, white shirt and silver blue tie, broad shouldered, and good looking.

I asked if I could help, he responded by saying his name was A.P. Blossom, he asked if I was Mrs Parkinson, and was my husband at home, and if so, could he please have a word, he was very polite and deferential, so without further ado, I said yes, and asked him in.

I closed the door behind him and guided him toward our sitting room, when he entered; Steve nearly had a heart attack!

He jumped straight out of his chair, and stuttered.

'W-w-w-what are you doing here, what do you want?'

That's when I knew it was this man, that was causing him his troubles,

Wives feel these things don't they, it's that 6th sense sort of thing.

Steve tried to get him to leave immediately, saying he would call him tomorrow, but to please go now.

The man turned and apologised to me, and said he was truly sorry, but leaving without discussion, was not an option.

He said to me. 'Obviously Mrs Parkinson you have no idea why I am here?'

'No' I replied. 'What is it, what's wrong?'

'This is going to be difficult, but you do need to know.' He said.

'Steve, do you want to explain this to your wife, or shall I?' He said.

Silence from my husband, head in his hands, hanging down.

I interrupted now by saying. 'I think you had better explain this to me Mr Blossom.'

He asked to please call him A.P. as he felt more comfortable with that.

'Yes alright.' I said. I told him to use my name, which was Jacqui.

'Thank you,' he said.

'First, who I am, and what I do.' He stated.

'I own a large chain of bookmakers, and a financial company that is not linked, but compatible to them.'

'Your husband now owes me and my company a lot of money.'

'Steve, would you prefer to tell your wife Jacqui how much and why?' He again asked.

No response!

'Hmmmmmm,' he quietly said.

'Well, before I get to the figure,' he said, 'let me tell you Jacqui, Mrs Parkinson that you, your husband, and this house are in serious financial difficulty.'

'What are you talking about Mr Blossom,' I asked, I was incredulous now.

'This house is worth what, about what? 350.000,' he asked.

'About that, not that it's any of your business.' I replied.

'Well if you were to sell it by this coming weekend, you might be left, after legal fees with about 200.000.' He stated.

I almost fell over; I had to sit down, 'Steve,' I screamed at him, 'what is this man is talking about!'

'Please Jacqui; Mrs Parkinson, screaming isn't going to get you or him any where,'AP calmly said.

'Will some one please explain to me, what the fuck is happening here?' I demanded, I was feeling really scared now.

'Your husband has been gambling rather heavily with my shops, in store, by telephone, and on the net.' He said to me.

'I have tried to assist but all we have ever had are rebuttals from him!'

'You see,' he offered. 'He has gone the way of most addicted gamblers.'

'Addicted?' I was stunned.

I knew he liked a bet, we both did, we go to the races, and have a great time.

'How much does he owe you Mr Blossom?' I asked.

'Over a 100,' Was his reply.

Without thinking clearly, I said, 'A 100 that's nothing; I'll write you a cheque right now and clear it, okay?'

'Jacqui, Mrs Parkinson, it's over 100.000!' Was his reply to me,' plus accruing interest, that's why it's rising as fast as it is.'

'I hate doing this, but business is business, and I'm sure you know, as I do, that every gambler wants to put his bookie out of business doesn't he?

The trouble is, it will never happen, when he wins, we win, because we lay his bets off at better odds, and when he loses we win, because we keep his money.'

'It's what's known as a win win situation,' he said, 'we just cannot and do not lose.'

'Now, next Monday unless the debt is cleared in total, my solicitors will serve you with notices that we are claiming against you, and payment will probably be your lovely home.' He whispered this.

I was absolutely stunned, I dashed over to Steve and screamed at him, I punched and kicked him. 'That's why you have refused to speak to me for 3 months, this could have been prevented, you bastard!' I cried.

AP got up and held me away from him, I wanted to kill him, I really did!

He said to me. 'Jacqui, Jacqui, I can't apologise enough about this, I really did try and stop it, if I had banned him, you would have lost this by now to someone else already, I assure you.'

I was weeping uncontrollably now.

My home, I was going to lose my home!

He was thoughtful for a few moments, my bastard husband just sat with his head still in his hands!

AP said. 'I think I may have a solution to your problems, you may, or may not like it much, and especially Steve there, but it will be a way out for you.'

'What is it?' I asked.

'Well,' he said, 'I haven't had a holiday in over 7 years, but I am going on one on Saturday, I am going around the world first class, for 4 to 5 weeks. I don't know where yet, but I am.'

'I am going on my own,' he told me, 'Jacqui, if you were to consider accompanying me, I can and will make all this go away.'

I was utterly stunned; here was a very good looking black man that I had only just met, asking me to go away on a dream holiday with him. I didn't know he knew who I was and that he had seen me many times.

He was offering me sustenance, and comfort, he could salvage my life!

'What!' Steve yelled. 'You want to take my wife with you!'

'You can fuck off! She isn't going anywhere with you, you bastard!'

And with that he launched himself out of his chair; there was about 3 yards between them.

Steve had the advantage of surprise.

AP was rising to his feet as Steve got to him, he bent to his left, his right hand came up and over, his big fist clenched, and he threw a real haymaker at Steve that landed on his forehead, right between his eyes.

Steve went down flat on his back, his feet bent backwards under him, his eyes fluttering, I rushed to him to see how he was, he was gurgling.

AP jumped to us, got his hands under his shoulders picked him up like a feather, and hefted him into his chair.

Let me tell you, I know my husband, he's been in a few scrapes over the years, and always came off best, he is a bit of a hard man, but he had more than met his match here that was for sure.

AP took control, he told me to get some cold water, I dashed off to get it, and in the meantime he was patting Steve's face to bring him around.

He did eventually, but couldn't really remember the events; but he did know he had a world of trouble on his hands.

'Jacqui,' AP said to me. 'I am going to leave now, this is my business card, call that number by Thursday no later than 5:00pm, tell the lady who answers, that your answer, is either yes or no, that's all you have to say.

'If the answer is yes, and I really do hope you do say yes because I would love to have you with me by my side, I would be so proud to be seen with you, you are a beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman, a car will arrive here for you on Saturday at 12:00 noon.' He told me.

'If it is no, then everything we have discussed tonight will sadly take place, I really am sorry, but there are no options here, for you, or for me now.' He murmured.

'Talk it over with your husband; he has caused this, not me,' he muttered.

'Goodbye, and good luck,' He whispered, leaned in and softly kissed my cheek, and was gone.

I was left stunned, stood on the doorstep, watching as he got into the back of a large black limo.

After what seemed like ages, I went back inside; my husband had more or less recovered now.

I asked him how he was.

'I've got a fucking headache what do you think!' Was his sarcastic reply.

'It serves you fucking right.' I told him.

I broke down then and cried my heart out.

He came to me to try and give me comfort; I shrugged him away, and told him to fuck off.

'What are we going to do?' I wailed.

He whispered he didn't know.

'The money has to be found or the house is going to go!' I shouted at him.

'And you will be fucking gone too.' I yelled at him.

He looked at me blankly now.

'Well.' I said. 'I will have to take him up on his offer, to get us out of this mess you have caused, you weak willed cunt.' I raged at him.

'I'll never allow it.' He roared.

'Okay bighead, tell me what you are going to do?' I berated him.

'I don't know,' he bleated.

'I am going to bed.' I said. 'And don't come anywhere near me you bastard.'

One thing I remembered as I lay in my bed that night was my lover had told me many times while we made love that he would love to watch me as I was fucked by a black man; he had a wild sexual imagination, well that might happen now I thought, and he wouldn't even know about it!

I didn't sleep well that night, I tossed and turned, but as dawn broke, I had made up my mind, I was not going to lose my home, Steve could do and say what he liked, I would go with AP on his holiday, I wasn't sure what the cost would be, but I had a good idea.

We wouldn't just be looking at the sights all the time that was for sure, he wasn't going to do this just for Steve or for me; it was going to be for him.

And I must admit, the thought of being fucked by a big black man filled me with erotic arousal and desire

So I prepared my speech for the mornings big fight, I went down stairs, it was 8:30, he had gone to work, the fucking wimp I thought, wait until he comes home, he's going get a real blasting.

I called the number AP had given me, a lady answered, I told her I was Jacqueline Parkinson, and that I had a message for AP, the message was yes.

The lady thanked me, and that she would relay my message immediately.

It was 5 minutes later when the phone rang, I picked it up ready for a verbal with my husband, but it wasn't him it was AP.

'Jacqui it's me,' he said, 'that was a lot quicker than I expected, are you absolutely sure?'

'Yes.' I replied.

'What does your husband think about it?' He asked.

'He doesn't know yet, but he will as soon as I talk to him!' I replied.

'AP, my mind is made up,' I said. 'It won't be changed by him or anyone now either okay?'

'Are you really really sure?' He asked again.

'Positive AP.' I assured him. 'Make all the arrangements you have to.'

He was stunned I could tell.

'Wow, I am so so happy,' he said.

'Pack your things for a summer type trip, nothing heavy.' He told me.

'I won't call you again after today, have your passport with you, the car will be there 12:00 noon Saturday.' He whispered down the phone.

'Er Jacqui?' He said

'What?' I asked.

'I am delighted and honoured; I promise I will never let you down okay?'

'Good, I am sick of that happening to me.' I replied honestly.

'See you Saturday,' he said. And he was gone, before I could answer.

My husband didn't come home until late that night, and he was drunk, I barred my door, but I never heard from him.

I went down at 9 the following morning, he was gone again, at this rate I thought, he won't even know I have gone with AP, I actually giggled at the thought, serve him right!

He came home on time this night, I did dinner, he never spoke, and he hardly even looked at me.

Later he came to me, and said he had been trying to raise the money, but at the moment he was at a brick wall.

I stood up, and got ready to flee from a beating.

'It doesn't matter, I said, 'because I have called AP and told him I am going with him, to get you and I free from your debt!

He sat down with a thud, his head went into his hands again, he cried, he apologised, he was so sorry.

'Sorry?' I countered incredulously.

'Fucking fat lot of good that is,' I told him.

'Please Jac, don't go, don't do this to me, to us.' He wailed.

'It's too late.' I said, 'it's done, finished, I'm going, end of!'

I packed, he went to golf on the Saturday morning, and I was gone by the time he must have got home.

The car that called for me was Bentley!

Can you believe that?

The driver opened the door for me, made sure I was comfortable, and off we went, I was apprehensive I must admit.

As we sped off, a drawer opened. 'Would madam like a drink?' He asked on the intercom.

I had Vodka for my nerves.

When we arrived at the airport, I was taken straight to the VIP lounge, I was met by a uniformed man, and my luggage disappeared.

Then AP appeared and did he look good!

Our flight left for Dubai at 9:30pm, we were escorted onto the plane, into first class, brilliant!

What with the time difference we arrived in Dubai at about 1:30am Sunday morning. We were whisked to the Burj al Arab in a Roller!

The Tower in the sea!

We were met by an army of people to see to our needs. And taken to our suite, my, oh my, it was gorgeous.

As it had been a very stressful day, AP suggested we retired to bed, and make new start in the morning.

There were 2 bedrooms in the suite, he kindly asked me which one I liked best, I pointed to the front one, he agreed, and told me all my things were already in the room's wardrobe, and a maid had left out a special gift from him.

It was a fantastic sheer negligee, with sheer panties, fabulous. I asked him if he wanted me to wear it just for him, he told me it would be wonderful if I did, he left, I changed and called him back.

I was ensconced in the huge bed now, in a (I hoped) provocative pose.

He came to me and said I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but he would sleep in the next room tonight because he didn't want me to feel pressured in any way.

Gob smacked?

You bet I was.

'Please AP,' I said to him, 'stay with me please, I want you to,'

'Jacqui, are you really sure,' he asked, 'I will just sleep with you if that's what you want; I won't do any thing you don't want me to.'

'Get undressed now.' I told him.

He did, but left his shorts on.

I held up my hand in a stop sign, pointed to his shorts, and said. 'AP take them off!'

He gave me a long look, and then complied.

When his big black cock fell out I nearly feinted, it wasn't one of those 11inchers that you read about, but it was certainly impressive.

I did the only thing I could do then, I held out my arms to him.

As he came to me, I briefly thought of my husband, and this time he would know I was being unfaithful, and he could do fuck all about it!

And I knew now I was going to love this union.

AP came into my arms, I snuggled under his powerful frame, and began to wish my life away, I wanted to be fucked by this man 10 times already!

He took an absolute age with me, I was going ballistic with desire in no time at all, he touched and stroked, kissed and caressed me all over, I never once let go of his cock.

He kissed, licked and sucked his way down my body, sucked at my clit like it was the first time ever for me, never had it felt this good, a thick finger entered my arse, my lover had fucked me there, but I had only liked it in there because he had, but now I really wanted this fat black cock in my arse now, I wanted him in me everywhere!

I wasn't going to be disappointed either!

'AP.' I moaned at him. 'If you don't get up here and fuck me right now, I am going to slap you!'

He laughed and said. 'Ma'am, who am I to refuse such a direct order?'

He climbed up my waiting body, got himself over me.

'Put me in,' he said.

I did, and oh man, when he pried my soaking pussy open with what felt like a baseball bat, I thought I was going to die, and go to heaven.

I didn't know a woman could be made love to, and completely fucked all at the same time like this, but I did now, I clung onto him like a limpet, a crow bar wouldn't have got him released.

My legs and feet were hooked over his solid hard arse and thighs, and my arms were around his upper chest, all I could do was hang on as he fucked my brains out.

Talk about ejaculating, I felt myself squirt all over him, out of my body and over the bed, I had never done that, it was immense and mind blowing.