Jim looked into the kitchen and smiled as he shook his head. Standing over the sink was his wife, Enid, washing some lettuce leaves. Nothing strange in that you might think, but it was what she was wearing that was strange. Well, not actually strange, but quite exciting, for Enid was almost naked. The only thing she was wearing was a flowered apron.
He could see her long shapely legs, being shown off to their best by four inch high red patent fuck me heels, and her trim tight bottom with their two perfect globes of firm pink flesh. As she lifted her arms to place the washed lettuce leaves in a colander, he could almost see the swell of her breasts.
She turned and smiled at him. Now he could see the swell of her firm breasts and the points of her nipples against the thin material of the apron. “I’m just about ready,” she said. “The food’s all done and the beer’s in the fridge.”
“So you have decided to go through with it?”
She nodded. “Why not? It was your idea.”
“Look,” he said with a slight exasperation in his voice, “if you want to go to Florida with the girls, I will pay. You don’t have to do this.”
She shook her head and smiled. “No, darling, a deal’s a deal. You said that if I waited on you and the guys naked, the ones that are coming over to watch the match on our new hugely expensive HDTV, you would pay for me to go to Florida, so here I am ready and naked.”
With that she undid the apron, pulled it quickly off, and tossed it on to the kitchen table. Now completely naked apart from her red high heels, she stood smiling at him. Jim felt himself beginning to feel warm as he looked at her. Enid could really be stubborn when she put her mind to it.
She had a stunning figure–five foot four and all the curves in the right places. Her breasts were firm with no sign of drooping, with crinkled brown areolas the size of a fifty pence piece, and hard stubby pink nipples just aching to be touched. Her torso was tight and flat from many hours spent at the gym, and she had almost the trace of a six pack. Her stomach had just the slight sign of a curve, but this was hardly noticeable as his eyes were drawn to the pronounced delightful bulge of her mons pubis, completely devoid of hair. The shaded cleft of her outer pussy lips was just visible as they disappeared enticingly between her thighs.
Jim was beginning to sweat. He did not thought she would go ahead with it. It had been a joke. Yes, she was annoyed because he had paid so much for the new TV. They didn’t need a forty two inch TV wall mounted in the lounge. It made the lounge look like a cinema.
It was a week ago now, when he said they couldn’t afford for her to go to Florida, that the argument really started. “You are a chauvinist pig,” she finally said, “only interested in your football and not me, and I would have done anything to go out there with the girls.”
“Anything?” he said with a grin on his face.
He looked at her, still grinning. “You know it is the cup final next Saturday?” She nodded. “Well, I have invited the guys over to watch it on the new TV.”
She harrumphed, “Might have guessed that; showing off again.”
“I have a deal for you. You serve the food and drinks during the match and I will pay for you to go to Florida.”
She looked at him in wonderment. “I thought we couldn’t afford it.”
“We can’t really, but I’ve got a bit of cash put away.”
Enid smiled at him and went over and put her arms around him and kissed him. “I do really love you. Jim,” she said kissing him again.
He pulled her arms from around his neck. “Don’t get too excited. You have not heard the conditions yet.”
She looked at him puzzled. “What conditions?”
He smiled again, relishing the moment. “It’s just what I want you to wear while you are serving.”
She smiled. “Not that kinky French maid’s outfit I wore at Freddie’s party last month. You said how much you liked me in that.”
He shook his head. “No, not that.”
She looked at him. “Well, what then?”
He grinned. “I want you to wear…” Then he paused for a moment. “Nothing!”
She looked at him. “You are kidding, aren’t you? Serve you and your mates food and booze for two hours with nothing on? You can get lost.” With that she stormed out of the room.
Jim sat down and pressed the remote and smiled as the large screen lit up. He settled himself down on the leather sofa. Well, I didn’t say she couldn’t go, he thought silently to himself.
Two days later Enid met up with her friend Joan for coffee. “It looks as though I’m not going to be able to go with you to Florida.”
Joan looked disappointed. “You can’t afford it?”
“Not really after what he spent on the new TV. I hate the bloody thing every time I see it.”
“Look, I can help you out with some of the cash if you could find the rest.”
“That’s great of you, but I don’t want to be in your debt. I would only have to find it later.”
Joan looked disappointed. “I was looking forward to you coming. Isn’t there any way?”
Enid was quiet for a moment, sipping on her coffee. Then she told Joan about Jim’s offer.