Motioning Tracy over I say “Hey sweetheart we have been coming here for years and have treated you right, right?”
“Sure honey” she says adjusting her tits in her tight top.
“So how about we make a little wager you and me Tracy?
“I’m game” she says looking us both over, knowing we are regulars, good tippers and have never gone beyond flirting on occasion.”
“I want you to sit here in my place, I will sit over there blocking the view from the bar so your boss does not know and all you got to do is rub old Peter’s peter until he gets fully hard.”
“I ain’t got to jerk him or suck him or nothing like that just rub him tell he is hard?”
“Right, what you say, think you can get him up for the game?”
“Honey if he is straight I can make a diamond cutter out of him.”
“Great what is the wager then?”
She grins and looks from me to Peter, “So you guys are serious?”
“Hell yeah, but I am sure my buddy is going to lose some money after all I have been married now for several years.”
“Why make it money” she says looking at us, “let’s make it more fun?”
“What you want to wager then” I ask?
“I get Peter up for the game; he fucks my pussy in his back seat like he always teased back when you two were squirts in a bottle.”
“And if you can’t?”
“Then you get to fuck my ass” she says directly without flinching “and so you know, I do not like ass fucking at all!”
“Sounds like a deal,” I stick my hand in, “come on everyone shake on it.”
We all three stick out hands in and touch knuckles.
Switching chairs we get ready for the bet to happen.
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