Bad bets lead to a wife's sacrifice, or is it?
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Joe loved to bet on sports. He was under the mistaken belief that he knew more than the bookies did. Sure, he managed to win, but not as much as he lost over time. He didn't bet big either. A few hundred at a time from his 'mad money'. The problem was, he had run through his mad money and was now in debt to his bookie to the tune of five grand.
It didn't start at five-grand but between the interest accrued and a few more bad bets it grew to be there. If he didn't pay it all by this Friday it was going to shoot up another grand. Things were approaching the point where they could get away from him. He needed to deal with this now.
There was no way he was going to be able to pay it back on his own. At least not without his wife knowing. It wasn't a huge amount of money, but his only source for resolving the debt was his wife. Their joint account had enough in it to pay off the debt, but he couldn't just take the money without coming clean with her. Something he should have done thousands of dollars ago.
With a heavy heart he approached his wife Friday when they got home from work, "Sweetheart? I need to talk to you about something."
Barbara took in the expression on her husband's face, "What happened? What's wrong?"
Joe had a hard time looking at his wife, but he knew that he had to face up to what he did, "I got in debt, five-grand to some bookies, and if I don't pay it tonight it's going to jump to six grand. I'm sorry honey. I never meant to get in this deep. I promise you I will not bet again, but I need to get the money out of the bank before it closes today."
Barb frowned in dismay, "Five Thousand Dollars! Are you insane!? OK, let's go."
And that was that. Barb was seriously pissed at her husband, but she also loved him. She knew on thing for sure. He was absolutely, positively, never going to bet again, "If you ever bet again, I will be finding a divorce lawyer. Am I clear?"
A subdued Joe nodded his head, "Yes dear. Never again."
They managed to get to the local branch of their bank just before closing. The money now in Joe's pocket, they headed to the bookie joint. When Joe walked in the door man stopped him, "The boss is looking for you."
Joe nodded, "I know. I'm here to see him."
The door man waved at someone in the back. The man that walked forward stood roughly six-foot five. He wasn't your average gangster muscle. He had a lean muscularity like that of a football tight end. His face looked strikingly handsome to the nervous Barb. He reminded her of the covers on some of her romances. She felt the goosebumps raise on her arms when he spoke, his voice was deep and just as alluring as his physique, "Come with me."
They followed him to the back and she watched the ease with which he moved through the room. They stopped at an office door while 'hunk number one', as she chose to refer to him, opened the door. While she found him devastatingly attractive, Joe found him very intimidating. She could see that her husband feared this man by the way he avoided him when they walked into the room. They stopped in front of a desk with the boss sitting behind it. Hunk one stood to the right of the desk. To the left of the desk stood another huge man, also devastatingly good looking. She decided that from now on in her head they would be One and Two. At least if they were going to give these people all that money she would have some eye-candy to look at while they did it.
Joe pulled out the money and laid it on the desk, "Here is everything I owe you."
The boss grabbed the money, flipped through it rapidly, then set it back down on the desk, "It's all here. That's a good thing. The bad thing is that you got in debt with me in the first place. You need to understand that sports betting is a science that only few really know. Those few study every facet of the games. They know everything there is to know about anything that affects the games. You can't possibly know what they do, yet you insist on thinking you can win at this.
"So, I think a lesson is in order. Nobody has to get hurt. I don't like hurting people, but you need to learn your limits. So, here is your choice. My guys here will beat your and break your leg. Or you leave your wife here for two hours. She will not be harmed but she will be touched. We will drop her back off at your house when she is done here.
Joe looked very surprised and couldn't find his voice for a moment. The boss looked at him and grinned, "What? You didn't think we knew where you live? If you owe me money, I know way more than just where you live. I learn everything about you.
"Like that cute little secretary of yours. You've done a fair job of fighting her off so far, but it won't last. She'll have your cock in her within a month.
"Oh! I see by the look on your lovely wife's face that you haven't shared that little fact with her yet have you? Thinking of tapping that young ass at the office? Anyway, back to my offer. What's it gonna be? I'll give you five minutes to talk between yourselves. After that the beating will commence."