1. All About The Money


    Date: 5/12/2018, Categories: Cheating, Author: bad_mann_ers, Source: LushStories

    Jack tried not to break out sweating as he looked again at the matched aces in his hand. Another ace and a pair of deuces in the turn cards gave him the best hand he had ever held. For seven years, he had been losing money at the weekly poker game. Although he never lost more than he could afford to lose, those losses added up. Most of those losses went to his nemesis, Derek. All of the other players had folded one by one. Only Derek remained. The pot had nearly ten thousand dollars in it. That would barely start to make up for the money Jack had lost. Still, it was time to sweeten the pot, and take something from Derek. "I can go all in, and if you called, you would still have quite a bit left," Jack pointed out. "Let's go big, or go home," he said. He tried to give Derek a confident smile, but he knew it only came off half as well as the smiles Derek always had. Derek turned on his confident smile, mostly just to upstage Jack yet again. "I've got an awfully good hand," Derek stated. "You should quit while you can. What do you propose?" 'I propose to kick your lying teeth out of your skull,' Jack thought. Derek couldn't possible know that Jack had learned about the affair Derek was having with Jack's wife. "Vouchers," Jack said to the dealer. It was not uncommon for the players in this game to put up cars and motorcycles in side bets. They had taken to writing down the stakes. "I'll put up a night of sex with my wife against all that you'd have left," Jack said, trying to ...
    sound confident. Derek's shit eating grin grew bigger. "She ain't worth half of that," he said, making it sound like Jack was at fault. "Bet or fold," he demanded. Jack sweated it out for half a heartbeat. No matter what happened with this hand, he had already won. "All in." Derek didn't even flinch as he immediately said, "Call." With everyone watching, Jack turned up his aces. Nothing beats a full house in a game like this. Derek sadly shook his head, and flipped his pair of deuces. Jack stared in shock at the four twos on the table. --- "You fucking bastard," Jack's wife yelled as she threw her wine glass at his head. "You're a fucking loser," she shrieked. "We had plans for that money, and now you've all but given it to Derek. You're a fucking loser at everything!" 'Huh', Jack thought. 'Even when it's gone, she thinks that money was hers.' His wife turned an angry look on his mute arguments. "Fine, asshat. I'm gonna go find him, and I'll do whatever I have to do to get that money back. See if I don't enjoy myself!" She didn't even bother to slam the door as she happily ran off to meet her rich lover. --- Jack sat on the bed looking at the small handgun that he held. For a moment, he allowed himself to feel sorry for the kids. His wife hated their children. 'His demon offspring' she often said. If he worked it out right, she would be left with nothing. He had gambled everything on a pair of aces. Maybe someday someone would explain it to the kids. He checked the gun to make ...
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