Joan looked at her shocked. “How dare he ask that of you. You should have slapped him in the face.”
Enid laughed. “I thought about doing worse than that,” she said.
The two women were silent for a moment. Then Joan looked at her. “Did you ever consider doing it?”
“Well, to tell you the truth, after I had got over the shock, I did think about it. You know, taking him on at his own game.”
Joan smiled. “He only suggested it because he knew you would never do it. If my Garry said such a thing to me, I would do it just to get back at him. He’s like Jim; he doesn’t really want to let his friends see you naked; no husband does.” They finished their coffee and went shopping. Jim’s suggestion was not mentioned again.
About ten the following morning, Joan’s phone rang; it was Enid. “I’m going to do it,” she said.
Joan didn’t understand at first; then it dawned on her. “The cup final, you mean?” She heard Enid laugh.
“I thought about it all night, and decided to play him at his own game.”
“I hope you know what you are doing.”
Enid laughed again. “I’m letting some horny guys see me in my birthday suit. Don’t forget, one of them will be your Garry.”
There was silence on the line. “I won’t mention it to him before hand and just see if he tells me afterwards. It could be good for a bit of blackmail.” Now they both laughed.
Enid said nothing to Jim. On Friday she shopped for the food. Jim brought the beer home in his car when he came home from work and stored it in the fridge. They slept in on Saturday. Enid had surprised him the night before by being extremely horny. They had a good sex life, but for some reason she wanted more than usual.
On Saturday they had breakfast together. Jim looked at her in her blue silk house coat, her hair still tousled from sleep and last night’s sexual romp. Yes, he was one lucky guy.
“Think I’ll cut the grass this morning,” he said. “Then I’ve got the afternoon free and you can’t go on at me.”
She smiled. “I wasn’t thinking about that. I know you want to watch your football match. You go and cut the grass and I’ll take a shower and then make up the sandwiches.”
While in the shower, she heard the mower start up. She slowly washed her body. She was still somewhat nervous about what she was about to do, but she was also feeling a little excited. She looked at her naked body in the long bedroom mirror as she dried herself. She knew she looked almost perfect. So what was her problem? She smiled as she remembered the old saying: ‘If you have got it, flaunt it!” And looking at herself, she certainly had it.
She was just going to dress when she thought, what the hell, and walked down to the kitchen naked. She took an apron from a drawer and slipped it over her head and tied it around her waist. Then she got busy preparing the food.
Through the window she could see Jim going back and forward on the ride on mower. He waved at her and she waved back.
It was when he at last came back to the house after putting the mower away that he saw her. He smiled when he saw her revealing outfit. It was a joke of course.
“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, a deal’s a deal. You said that if I waited on you and the guys, your friends, who are coming over to watch the match on our new hugely expensive HDTV, naked, 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. He tried to talk her out of it. He offered her the money, but she shook her head. In the end he turned away in desperation. “Okay, you go ahead with it; make yourself look a fool.” He went up to the bathroom and showered. He was hot and sweaty from the gardening. My God, he though to himself as he stood under the gushing water, when am I ever going to keep my big mouth shut? Then he thought again, maybe she was just putting it on, making him sweat. At the last moment she would disappear up to their room.
Kick off was three o’clock and he had told the guys to get there by two to watch the build up.
He noticed that Enid was still in the kitchen naked when the door bell rang. She was cutting it fine he thought as he went to the door to let Garry and Phil in. He took them through to the lounge and they stood and admired the new TV. Jim handed them a Bud from the small fridge he kept beside his favorite chair.
Just then the bell rang again. “Shall I get it?” Enid’s voice was heard from the kitchen.
“No, its okay,” he called. “I’ll let them in.”
Barry and Craig greeted him with a smile. “We are looking forward to watching the match on your new big screen.”
Jim took them through to meet the others and gave them both beers. Three of then sat on the sofa and Garry sat in the other arm chair. Jim was pleased the way they all went on about the new TV.
“Do you want any food yet,” Enid’s voice came through from the kitchen. Jim looked around and they all nodded. “Wouldn’t mind something; for some reason I missed lunch,” Garry said.
“Joan was acting very peculiar,” Garry said as they looked at each other with a knowing smile.
“Don’t they all at times? I will never understand women,” Craig said, taking a swig of beer.
“Shall I come through and get something?” Jim called.
“No, it’s okay, I’ll bring it through.”
There was a pause, then the door opened and in came Enid holding a large tray of sandwiches in front of her. The four men all stared. Craig choked on his beer and Jim’s face went as red as his Manchester United shirt, for apart from her red shoes, Enid was still completely naked. Not only that, but she had applied oil to her body and it seemed to emphasize every curve.
She seemed totally unconcerned by her total nakedness as she smilingly offered the tray of food to everyone. No one seemed to notice what they were picking up from the tray as every pair of eyes were taking in her beauty–her hard firm breasts with those incredibly hard looking nipples and the delightful flatness of her stomach leading their eyes down to the almost hidden delights of her pussy. She served the four guests first, and then went across to Jim. She parted her legs slightly as she bent over. She heard the unmistakable sound of a groan from one of the four men behind her. She knew just how far she needed to bend to give them a fleeting glimpse of her exposed pussy.
She stood up and smiled. “Just call if you need anything else,” she said. “I’ve got plenty more for you.” They all watched at the delightful sight as she made a slow enticing exit to the kitchen.
“Fuck me,” Barry exploded. “Did you know she was going to do that?”
Jim was still a bit shell shocked, and just shrugged. “We had a bet,” he said slowly, “but I never considered for one minute that she would go through with it.”
“What bet was that?” Garry asked incredulously.