Early on Saturday morning, the sun is up in the sky and you stretch out in bed … today is the one day of the week you have completely to yourself.  No work, no wife, no responsibilities … Today is all about you.  A grin comes to your lips as you think about the TV schedule, ‘The game is on today.  I can sit back and watch it without any interruptions!’  Watching your Alma Mater pound their rival team into the dirt seems like just the right activity for the day and you roll over to get out of bed, your eyes lazily drifting across the room towards the closet … intending to get a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.  That’s when you saw it.

Standing innocuously on the edge of the bureau, it seemed so ridiculously out of place that you almost missed it.  Your heart sank as you looked at the Word A Day Calendar on the bedside table and you realized what day it was.  It was THAT Saturday … time to pay up on that damn, stupid bet.  ‘I should have known better than to open my mouth.’, you thought to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed and tried to ignore it … tried to walk past the bureau without a glance at the offending … thing.  But it was damn near impossible … like trying not to look at a car being pulled over by the police or a parent calming a fit of hysteria in the mall.  It seemed so much larger now that you could see it “in the flesh”, instead of just on the website.   Your mind immediately went back to when you placed the bet … and lost.

“Look, if there’s one thing I know, it’s football.  And I’m telling you there were no teams before 1942 who went undefeated in football!”  Those words were bad enough and, looking back on it, you knew she’d been pushing you into making the bet.  However, it was the next phrase you uttered that was going to haunt you all day.  “I’m willing to bet you anything that I’m right.”

The calculated smile on your wife’s face should have been a warning … but you just KNEW you were right!  “Anything?”, she inquired.

“I tell you what.  I’m so sure that no team before 1942 was undefeated in the regular season of football that I’m willing to let you have your way with me for one week to do anything you want.  But, when you look it up and I’m right, you have to submit to the same thing.”  You were already imagining what she’d look like in a naughty school uniform, with her lips wrapped around your thick shaft.  Once again, you thought, you should have stopped yourself before being so arrogant.  But damnit, this was FOOTBALL we were talking about!  She grinned as she walked away, calling over her shoulder that she’d enjoy her victory.  You shrugged, went back into the living room and sat down to watch the news.  Almost immediately, you were lost in the top stories about local politics and global economy.  You forgot about the bet and enjoyed the rest of the day.

Later that night, after dinner had been made and the dishes cleaned, you were laying in bed with your wife.  She snuggled against you, rubbing her body against yours and sliding her fingers down to your shaft.  Curling her hand around the shaft, she kissed your lips as she mounted you and straddled your hard cock with her creamy thighs.  She didn’t sink all the way down but did keep her hand, pulsing with every beat of your heart, softly encircled around your teased cock.  Your hips arched up as she grinned, leaning forward just enough so you could feel how hot and wet her pussy was before she whispered in your ear … “1934″.  With that, she let out a low giggle and removed herself from riding you … her hand stroking up and off your throbbing cock.   It took a moment for you to catch up and you looked at her, quizzically.  “Huh?”

“1934.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with you stroking my cock??”

“Language!  And it has everything to do with it, darling.  Do you remember earlier, in the foyer when we were talking about football and you said, and I quote ‘No team before 1942 was undefeated in the regular season of football’?”

Still somewhat mystified, you nodded.  “I remember, yeah.  Chicago Bears were the only other team to go undefeated in the regul … oh shit.”  A factoid of information blossomed in your head as you recall that yes, it was the Chicago Bears but they’d had a team BEFORE 1942 that had gone undefeated … but it was such obscure knowledge that you couldn’t imagine HOW your wife could have known it … yes, she loved football but really, that was just a random oddity in the footnotes of history.  However, she was grinning like the cheshire cat as she watched the information process into your brain.  She almost read your mind as she casually leaned forward and whispered, “My grandfather was a HUGE Bears fan, you know that baby.  He practically had a man-crush on Ditka.

“Now, about this … what did you call it … ‘one week to do whatever I want to you’?”, she was practically purring in your ear.  All your senses were on high alert … you married a strong, powerful woman who had, in the past, shown an affinity for cruel cockteasing sessions that left your cock almost weeping with need.  But she’d never denied you on any occasion … orgasm always followed the tease sessions and you felt pretty sure that she wouldn’t hold out on you for long … well … almost pretty sure.

What followed was a week of tease and denial the likes of which almost had you insane with need.  Teasing notes, a pair of her panties stuffed into your briefcase and one terrifying visit to an internet adult toy site (of which you were almost pretty sure she was joking) all came together to this one evening.  And you didn’t think you were ready for it, really …

Tonight was the night your wife was going to take your ass-cherry.  And she was going to do it with a 7″ dildo that was sitting on the edge of the bureau.

Today was going to suck …