Introduction
The story is named Betting People - Flipped and Fucked because it's part of an anthology of tales whose only commonality is that they contain people having sex as a result of a wager.
This particular tale is is unique from my other stories is because it forays into new genre I've haven't ventured into before. I wrote it because I liked its twists. The setting is contemporary and I'm sure there will be some readers who will think I relied too heavily on circumstance for the plot to be plausible and they might be right. I supposed it comes down to whether or not you can convince yourself there characters could exists.
Admittedly, it wont be everyone's 'cup of tea' and for that I do not apologize. The story was properly tagged so don't read it if you think you might be offended.
Lastly there are a combination of things described which, to my knowledge, have never been tried the way I portray them. I don't suggest anyone else do so unless they are (a) do the research to ensure what they are doing is safe, (b) willing to accept the risk and (c) do so only with a consenting adult or adults.
Enjoy,
Max
Prologue
The global pandemic caused a lot of changes to the daily lives of most people.
Not the lease of which were the social isolation caused by the lock-downs themselves and the changes to their ability to work.
Some lost their jobs entirely when the companies they worked for went out of business; others were simply told to wait at home until restrictions were lifted... both groups were financially devastated. Those working for companies with the resources to provided the means to work from home did. Those least affected were the fortunate few were already doing so.
Francesca 'Fran' DuBois, Noah Benton and Wendy Rogers were in that last group.
All three were middle aged. Fran was 5'6" tall, had strawberry blonde hair, brown eyes and was full figured. Her hobbies were fine wine making, though she was a teetotaler, working out, and reading risque romance novels. Noah was 5'9" tall, brown hair, blue eyes, and fit. He liked cooking shows, comic books and computers. Wendy, at 5'10", was the tallest of the three. She had short, curly red hair, green eyes, a triangle figure and liked anything to do with electronics.
Fran was employed by a major Health Insurance broker, Noah provided Tier 1 tech support for an ISP and Wendy was a Technology Consultant for several major corporations. With the exception of Fran, whose employer required a half day of overtime every other weekend, all three had nine to five jobs and all three had the good fortune to be able to work from home. To supplement their income, Fran and Noah sold miscellaneous items on Amazon which they bought in bulk from China.
Fran and Noah leased one right side of the duplex. Though unmarried, they had been a couple for over twenty years. They had no children, partly because they didn't want any but mostly because their early years together had been pretty wild and their lifestyle back then wasn't conducive for raising a child. Menopause came early to Fran changing their lifestyle but also closing the window of chance for the possibility of children forever. Neither of them were interested in adopting so they devoted their lives to each other.
Wendy, who was very good at her job, had moved from Atlanta to Columbus after accepting a long term contract with a government agency that will remain unnamed and she kept her past was a secret as her job.
Each side of the duplex contained three bedrooms. Noah and Fran slept in one bedroom on their side and used the other two as offices. Wendy, who rented the left sided, slept in one bedroom, used one as a computer lab and the other mysteriously stayed locked with a key.
All three were friends before the shutdown and its forced isolation only caused their friendship to grow closer during it.
So it was that except when they were working, the door dividing the halves of the duplex remained mostly open and everyone had the freedom to go anywhere they pleased.
This story recounts what happened when one of the three conspired to bring change to the nature of their relationship and the mysteries hidden behind that locked door.
Chapter One: Fran's Discovery
Our tale begins in Fran and Noah's bedroom.
They were getting undressed and were about to climb into bed when Noah turned to Fran and said... "I saw the way you were looking at her tonight. It's becoming quite a habit with you lately. Mind telling me what you were thinking?"
"I was thinking how much fun it would be to tie her up and turn her into our sex-toy."
Noah was astonished. She'd gone through early menopause and it had severely affected her sex drive. He guessed it was over and she was returning sexually to her old self. "You want to try B&D? (Bondage and Domination) That's some pretty kinky stuff even for the old you."
"It's something we've never done before besides, it's been a long time since you and I had anyone else to play with. I think Wendy would make a perfect playmate, especially the way things are going on right now." The last part was a reference to the pandemic.
Fran looked at Noah and waited for him to say something. He appeared doubtful. "You know, we really don't know much about her. What makes you think Wendy would even entertain such an idea?"
"The other day she left her laptop on the coffee table when she went to bed. When I went to close the lid so I could hook it up to the charger for her, I noticed she hadn't logged herself out and there were two windows open on the screen. One was her browser and the other a word processor. From what I could tell, she was writing a story and looking at porn at the same time. I guess something in the porn must have got her creative juices flowing or maybe she was using it as inspiration? Anyway, curiosity got the best of me and I started reading what she'd written. I sent myself a copy it along with address of the video she was watching so I could show it to you."
Fran retrieved her tablet from the nightstand on her side of the bed, tapped the icon for the tablet's email application, located the messaged she'd sent herself, opened it, saved the document and bookmark it contained to her 'Document's folder and opened them. "Tell me what you think."
Noah began reading the story. "Right off the bat I can tell you she's modeled the male character after me and because she doesn't tell you what color their eyes or height are the female characters could be either one of you."
"Keep reading."
When he finished the story she had him swipe over to her browser so he could see the video Wendy had been watching. After he did Fran told him what she thought...
"I think she's a submissive and fantasizes being dominated."
Noah paused the video and looked up from the tablet. "I assume you want to find out?"
"Next Friday."
Fran expected him to caution her about the problems that it would create if she were wrong, instead he simply asked, "Why next Friday, why not tomorrow night?" This pleased Fran and she convinced herself that it was because he trusted her judgment.
"I've got to order a few things first. They'll take a couple of days to get here and we'll need the time to test them and perfect my plan"
That night she surprised him when he found out what they would be 'testing' and how.
The next day during her lunch break, Fran made of list of every item she thought she would need to execute her plan and ordered as many as she could that time would allow. The rest she ordered after she got off work. The day after that, packages began arriving and luckily, by the following Friday, everything she'd ordered had been verified to be functional and prepared for use. The 'testing' completed, Fran was ready to put her plan into action. 'Wendy', she thought, 'is in for one Hell of a surprise!'
Chapter Two: Fran's Plan
The time was 8:31 PM, the following Friday night. Fran was sitting in her favorite chair, laptop on a tray in front of her, browsing the Internet.
Noah was laying comfortably on the couch watching 'Cheap Chef' on the television, 'a show where cooks where given ten dollars and told to prepare a male for four.
Wendy was just as comfortable leaning against one arm of a Chesterfield chair with the back of her legs hanging over the other trying to decide whether or not she wanted to have a chocolate liqueur slush containing mocha, caramel and topped off with vanilla flavored alcoholic whipped cream delivered from her favorite tavern Barbucks.
"Did you hear about Leona and John?" Fran asked in a conversational tone of voice without taking her eyes from off the screen in front of her.
Wendy decided to wait on the drink until later. "No; what happened?"
"They're splitting up. John found a video of Leona and the twins having sex in a hidden directory on her computer." Fran said after saving the page she was looking at to her bookmarks.
The tall redhead asked nonchalantly, "His cousins the fraternal twins Terry and Teri?" Terry was a male and the other Teri a female.
"Yup, both of them." Answered Fran.
Wendy opened a bubble game on her cellphone and began playing it. "Didn't they move out when things opened back up?"
"Now you know why." Fran heard the sound of popping bubbles begin coming from Wendy's phone.
Wendy pops a few more bubbles. "How did you find out about it?"
"Leona told me about it." Replied Fran.
Wendy continuing popping bubbles. "She admitted it to you?"
Meanwhile Noah heard what they were saying but pretended to be not listening.
"No, in fact she said the exact opposite. The way Leona tells it, she stepped out of the shower, put on her robe and had just sat down on her inversion machine intending to use it when Terry, the male cousin, walked in the room wearing a face-mask and football jersey exactly like the ones Leona said she'd bought for John. She claims she didn't know it was Terry and let him walk up behind her, put something over her eyes and tie her arms under the bar with the belt of her robe.
Wendy lost the game she was playing, started another and asked... "Where does the other Teri come in on all this?"
"I'm getting to that. Leona said she was flipped upside down and the twins did things to her to make her so horny she was willing to do anything they wanted and did."
Without batting an eyelash, Wendy told Fran, "She's lying."
