Sunday night comes round and I remind Jules, Julie, of our little bet. She just smiles and says yeah, as if it’s nothing. Thinking to myself how much fun this is going to be I tell her that I’ve arranged for a poker game tonight. She looks at the clock with a puzzled expression “When?”
It was now Six O’clock and I had made sure my friends knew to turn up together at six thirty, “Not long.” I smile at her. “By the way you’re playing host tonight, so I want you to go up to the bedroom and on the far left side of my cupboard is your outfit for tonight… Oh and nothing else without checking with me.” She grumbles to herself and heads off.
A short while later I hear her yell out, “What about underwear and jewelry.” My reply was quick as I was expecting it, I told her she can wear whatever jewelry she wants but no underwear.
At six twenty-seven exactly my wife came walking down the stairs looking like a fuck waiting to happen. She was wearing knee high black come fuck me boots with a four inch heel, a black miniskirt edged with white lace, so short she couldn’t even bend over an inch and a black tight top with pushup built in that I deliberately chose to be one size too small for her… ok three. Her breasts looked like they were trying to leap from the top her nipples were just barely visible above the top of the lace and her dark areolas were almost half revealed. To top it off her hair was in to piggy tails and she wore her old silver and onyx cross that hung straight into her cleavage.
Originally I was just going to parade her around in front of my friends and get them all jealous but as soon as I saw her my plans changed. As soon as I opened the door for my friends their jaws dropped, I hadn’t told them of my plan.
“Well,” my friend John, a lawyer was first to recover, ”do we get a greeting or do we just start playing.” That last he said with a slight note in his voice.
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