I think without fully understanding the bet she agreed hesitantly. We played the finale game and I won it as planned. We agreed all the things we both...need to carry out on the following day according to the game results. I finally reminded her that I am going to bath you tomorrow and dress you and make you up like a pretty princess, ok that is the bet and you are going to like it. She shyly looked at me but did not say anything. I reminded her that this all for fun and if we can fully complete. . when I quit I told him I'd rather bet on him than something as chancy as a horse race. He said he appreciated that ... and did I know who was going to win the Series. I confessed that I'd like to bet but no book in town would let me ... and Grannie died this past spring."Well ... my crystal ball has told me that it's three games to three going into the seventh ... with the Yankees winning the last one. Yes, sir." Brooklyn and New York ... who else?" Yes, sir. I do. Brooklyn wins the first two. ..I let out a faint moan and expose my cock, still pulsing, still cumming. I immediately realize she heard me as she begins slowly moving towards me, inspecting me for movement, listening for another sound.Within seconds she is practically standing over top of me. I slightly open one eye and she notices as she leans down and softly says, "Are you good? Sounded like a good dream...wait, what the hell?!" I had failed to hide my still fully erect cock, her panties and the massive load I had just. Tricia woke up in a very anxious state on Monday morning. She got up earlier than usual and made her husband pancakes and eggs for breakfast. Time seemed to stand still for Tricia as she made small talk with her husband as he ate his breakfast and she sipped on a piping-hot cup of coffee.When he got up from the table and reached for his suit jacket that was draped over the back of his chair, Tricia felt a knot tighten in her belly. He kissed her on the cheek and made his way to his car to drive.