The Bet

My wife Carole and I have a game we play involving bets about all kinds of things. Sporting events, who’s right about some little fact of history, well you get the idea, right?   The payoff for these bets is something personal that one has to do for the other. Recently, our bets have taken a more sexual turn.  If she wins, I have to pay for some new outfit she wants to buy.  If I win, she has to wear whatever I say when we go out for the evening for dinner or drinks.  Sounds like I win either way, doesn’t it?

Well, I’ve won several bets in a row, so I suggested that in addition to wearing what I wanted, she should have to take off some article of clothing whenever and wherever I asked, without question or hesitation.   She objected vigorously at first but after my insistence she finally gave in and agreed.

“But, only my bra or panties, or something like that, right?   I mean, you aren’t going to ask me to strip naked in the center of town, are you?”

As appealing as that sounded I agreed not to ask her to do that.

One night we drove over to a nearby resort town and had dinner by the lake.   It was late August and while the days were hot, the evenings were starting to cool down.  The place we were having dinner was a classy Italian restaurant set on the edge of the lake. Since it was a bit classy and we were all dressed up for a night out.  At my request – having won the bet – Carole was wearing a leather skirt, knee length, with a zipper up the back, black patent four inch high heels, stockings, a button front silk blouse and one of those push-up bras that gave her some spectacular cleavage through the sheer white blouse.

We had a lovely dinner, during which I asked Carole to unbutton her blouse enough to give the waiter an eyeful during his many stops to our table.  In case you guys haven’t figured this out yet, this is a great way to improve the service at your table.

After dinner, we stopped in the bar for an after dinner drink, and were surprised to run into an old friend Steve, who was there with another guy, Brad.  We joined them for a drink and some chatting about the good old days.  Steve explained that they were staying at a hunting cabin on the opposite side of the lake with two other guys, getting it ready for hunting season.

During our chat I noticed both Steve and Brad ogling Carole, and then I remembered her unbuttoned blouse.  Since I was sitting next to her I hadn’t been looking directly at her.  I looked out of the corner of my eye and was shocked to see a very delightful sight. The push-up bra was doing it’s job and with the un-done buttons half of her breast was clearly exposed.

By now we all had finished several drinks and were feeling pretty good.   Not wanting to end the evening, Steve invited us back to his place to see the cabin and have another drink with them. Without a doubt they were hoping to see more of my wife.

I looked at Carole for her decision.  She shrugged, smiled and said, “Sure, why not?”   Clearly, she was turned on also. We followed them around the lake, and when we got to their cabin, we had to park in an area just off the road and walk down a path to the cabin.  It was difficult for her to walk through the dirt in those high heels so I put my arm around her to help.  During the walk, I slid the zipper on her skirt way up nearly to the top, but she hadn’t noticed, or if she did, she didn’t protest.  When we got to the cabin we found that it was very rustic and quaint, with gas lights.

There were two other men sitting outside by a camp fire having a drink.  Introductions were made all around and the two new guys, George and his teenage son, Ken, were equally impressed by the beautiful woman next to me.

Steve made Carole a tall rum and coke and I could see him pouring a lot of rum and not much coke in it.  Did he have some ulterior motive? Carole and I sat in lawn chairs and the four men sat on logs and stumps around the fire.  The weather was beautiful, cool and pleasant.

George mentioned that they had been coming up to that cabin for years but that Carole’s skirt and high heels were a first and therefore a cause to celebrate.

They drank a toast to her outfit and encouraged her to drink up! She took a small drink of the rum and coke, whereupon one of them teased her by saying she was chicken for not finishing her drink like they had.  So she tipped it up again and choked the rest of it down.  After that, they immediately poured her another one.

I began to get the feeling that these guys might have something else in mind for my wife other than just talking.  I felt a stirring at the thought of her being the center of attention of all these men.

She asked where the ladies room was and then excused herself. I caught her hand, pulled her down to me and whispered, “While you’re in there, take something off.”

It was the game, and now I was demanding the payoff.  Usually, I asked her to pay her debts when we were in a strange bar for the bartender, or while we were driving in our car so that truckers could see her.  This was the first time I’d ever asked her to do it in private company, and I wasn’t sure how she’d react.

Her eyes flew open in shock at the realization of what I was asking, “No, I can’t do that with this young boy here!”

“He’s not that young.  Anyway, look at him – and his father; They’re dying to see more of you.”

“No, I can’t…”

“Just DO it!   You lost the bet.   I’ll take responsibility. You have to do what I ask.  Remember?”

“Oh, that damned bet.   Alright, but just this one thing.   And remember, when George get’s angry at me, you made me do it.”

With that, she stomped off.

The thought of showing herself to these men must have intrigued her, because when she returned I could clearly see that she had left her bra behind.   Her white blouse was very sheer and I could clearly see dark nipples, hard and pointed poking through the thin fabric.

They guys didn’t notice right away, but before long Ken was staring at her breasts and then he whispered something to George. Within seconds they all knew.   After ten or fifteen minutes, I whispered to her that it was time to take off something else. The drinks were making her very uninhibited and she just smiled and shrugged as she stood and excused herself.  When she returned, I must have looked depressed because she whispered to me that she felt a draft and I knew she’d left her panties behind.   She sat with her legs properly crossed but the tiny leather skirt kept rising up.   She would uncross and re-cross her legs frequently and the George and Ken across from us were getting a great sight.

I decided to see how far she was willing to go.  Sober, she never would have done this, but the drinks were having an effect on her – on all of us.

“Take off your blouse,” I whispered to her.

Her eyes flew open.  “No!  That’s too much.”

“Come on, you lost the bet.   You have to do it.  Please!”

“I’ll undo some buttons,” she compromised, casually sliding her fingers across her blouse and playing with the top button. Unbuttoning it after a few seconds, she looked at me for approval.

I smiled and nodded, mouthing, “Another one.”

Her hand moved to the second button.   It was very sexy watching her.   With two buttons undone, her creamy breasts were clearly visible from Steve’s vantage point and her motions were not lost on him.   He’d noticed her undoing the first one. Now, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

We talked and laughed and told stories and after an appropriate time I again whispered to my wife.   At my request she excused herself to go to the bathroom once again.  As she was walking away she turned and winked.  I smiled at her and said out loud, “Same dare,”   The guys heard me and wanted to know what I was talking about.

I just said, “Wait and see.”

She came back without any stockings on, and they noticed immediately.  They applauded and said “Nice legs,” She smiled broadly, loving the attention.

I then told the story of our betting, and that she had lost several a big bets to me.   The payoff was that she had to wear anything I requested and take off an items of clothing whenever I asked. They loved the idea of making her lose clothing with them there.

A few minutes later, Ken came back from the bathroom carrying her things in his hand and asked, “Did somebody lose something?”

She was a bit embarrassed, but quite turned on, too, as were all the rest of us.   She looked at me and I nodded so she gave a little shrug and announced that she had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom.  The guys all cheered when she got up said they couldn’t wait to see which of the remaining two things she’d take off.

I thought she was safe though because she had her shoes on. As she was walking away, one of the guys yelled out that “Shoes don’t count!”

The temperature was dropping and it was getting cool, We were all disappointed when she came back with the same outfit on that she left with.  They all booed her, and I asked if she was going back on her bet!

“No, it’s just too cold to take anything else off!”

Steve piped up, “Stand over here by the fire and you’ll be warm.” She left me and crossed over standing next to Steve.  Then I went over to her and turned her skirt around so the zipper was in the front and I zipped it open to the waistband so it would just barely stay on.

“That’s not much help,” chimed in Steve.  “The skirt is covering up too much.

She thought she was safe and she laughed about it, but I agreed with them and he told her that she could at least undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse.  Well, their cheers and attention got to her, and she feigned being shy, but with a small grin on her face, she unbuttoned it all the way and pulled it out of the waistband of the skirt.  They applauded loudly!

She said her feet were a tired because of the very high heels she was wearing, so I suggested she sit in the lounge chair.  When she did, her skirt fell open in the front and left her uncovered in the firelight.  The blouse was barely long enough to hang at her sides but it wouldn’t stay closed so she sat there totally exposed to them.  They all agreed that she looked better sitting than standing!   She moved her legs around, crossing and uncrossing them so that each man in turn got an eyeful of her lovely legs and pussy.

George had a flashlight with him and he turned it on her so they could all get a better look.  When he did that, she acted like she had given up trying to stay modest and she stood up and took the skirt the rest of the way off and said, “There! Is that better now!?”

They looked astonished, but were thrilled with her. She now paraded around for their pleasure in just a blouse that was completely opened and spike heeled pumps.

They guys were all totally enraptured with her.   She flirted and teased and made some comments about the bulges they were all sporting in the fronts of their trousers.   But, she kept away from making that final move.   The one that would have turned a very sexy gathering into an orgy.   Each time one of the guys touched her she smiled, gently slapped his hand and said, “Lookee, but no touchee.”

As we said our good byes, Carole embraced each of the four men and gave each a deep open mouthed kiss.   I could tell their tongues were playing and, although they were all behaving like gentlemen, none of them could help but put their hands on her and stroke her body.   It was a sad goodnight for them, and they kept urging us to spend the night. But, she insisted that this was not to be. Not tonight anyway.

As we were walking up the trail to our car, Carole asked, “Don’t you have my clothes?”

“Nope,” I replied.  I remembered that Ken still had them folded neatly behind him.  She asked me to go get them for her. Instead, I pulled her blouse off her shoulders and then completely off her arms.

Holding her blouse I looked at my beautiful wife, dressed only in high spike heels, “No, you have to go get them yourself!”

She gave me a long look and then said, “You really want this, don’t you.”   I didn’t reply, just looking at her.   With a determined look, she said, “What the hell…”, and went back down the path to the camp fire.  All mouths dropped when this nude beauty walked back into the light of the fire.

“Excuse me,” she murmured as she leaned across Ken to get her clothes, her breasts brushing across his face.  This was too much for him and he opened his mouth eagerly taking in one of her nipples. He pulled her down closer to him, creating a very sexy sight. She was standing, legs spread, knees straight, bent over at the waist.   The view was of her gorgeous ass and pussy fully exposed.

Steve, rising from his seat, and looking at me, “This is too much, I’m sorry but I’ve got to have to have some of this.   He quickly unzipped and dropped his pants as he moved in behind her.   I saw his cock spring out in front as he closed the short distance.  As my wife was pulling away from Ken’s eager mouth on her breast, he put his arms around her neck pulling her face to him and kissing her full on the mouth.  She struggled but was unable to pull away. Meanwhile, Steve, hardly slowing his advance placed his cock against her pink entrance and slid it deep inside my lovely wife’s pussy. I heard her gasp and watched as she struggled unsuccessfully to extract herself from the two men. Then I heard a soft moan as her struggles weakened. Steve, holding her hips in his hands began thrusting with long deep strokes into her.

The passion of the evening caught up with both of them and with a cry she began to climax and her sounds and motions brought Steve to his own sudden climax.  He lunged into her harder and harder with loud, almost animal grunts.   Finally, he stopped and then he turned to me, stuttering…  “I… I’m…sorry… I…”

I was speechless and just stared at him.

George broke the ice, “Steve, maybe we should go inside where Carole will be a bit more comfortable.”   It was clear that the other three wanted some of the pleasures that Steve had just enjoyed.

Carole just looked at me, her eyes bright and shining. She was obviously not opposed to going inside.

“Okay,” I said. “Carole?”

With a little smile she turned and walked into the cabin.

The End


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