Chapter 4

I could have answered my husband. I just have trouble sometimes coming out and, answering awkward questions. It is an annoying habit that I couldn’t break on my own.

I could identify the first bet that had included a sexual component, but I couldn’t say why I had accepted it or what had prompted me to suggest the next sexual one. It had just been a natural progression to our little games, and, after Jane last night, it was about to take another giant leap. I felt like checking my own back for a sign that said, ‘make naughty bets’ or something. Now a full one day after the first sexual bet, I was in real danger of having my rump targeted by high-speed tennis balls if I lost tomorrow - and Jessica would be right there with me. It is an annoying habit that I couldn’t break on my own.

“I guess Jessica’s getting older, and is developing...” Ken cut me off. He was smirking when he talked about our daughter’s boobs.

“She’s certainly developed. I had no idea she...” Ken held his hands up to his chest as if cupping breasts he didn’t have. His meaning was clear.

“Ken!” I swatted him playfully on the arm. “You liked seeing your daughter’s breasts?” I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I didn’t wait for an answer. “No, I mean she loves our little games, but she’s bored with what she thinks of as baby bets,” I admitted, in a way throwing my daughter under the bus. It had been every bit as much me who’d allowed my secret fantasies to emerge in our most recent bets.

“So, you’re helping our daughter safely explore her sexuality so she doesn’t get into trouble she can’t deal with. I see. You know that makes you a pretty special lady, Carrie?” he asked rhetorically. “I don’t know any other mothers who have such a close relationship with their children. As for suggesting you show Danny your butt downstairs. I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“Oh gawd, that was so embarrassing! I thought I was going to puke at first!” I laughed. “But a deal is a deal, and you have nothing to apologize for. I promised if you ignore my bets with Jessica I’d make it worth your while. Did I?”

I knew I was fishing for compliments, but I didn’t care. Sometimes I like to feel special. To hear the man I love tell me I’m doing my job as his wife.

“Do you have ANY idea how hard it was to hide my erection, babe? I just hope Jessica didn’t notice and think it was her that caused it. I don’t want her to think I’m ‘that’ sort of ... of ... pervert ... I mean those ... they were right out there, ya know? So hard not to look at...” he stumbled for words to avoid discussing his daughter’s breasts while talking to me.

I suspected he wanted me to tell him we would never put him in that situation again. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that. Following his orders had almost made me climax in front of my own children. After finding out that seeing me embarrassed had given him an erection, it’d be like tasting ice cream for the first time, loving it, and then promising never to eat it again. Then there was the bet I’d made with the neighbors. I couldn’t tell him about that either, as much as I wanted to. It would be too embarrassing to admit I’d just dragged my neighbors into my sordid little games with Jessica. Or maybe that I’d pulled Jessica into THEIR sordid little games. They were certainly playing on a whole new level that we’d barely tested with our little toes.

His next question shocked me after I’d been led to have such guilty thoughts. “So is my hour up, or are you still on the sex-slave clock here?”

I had to process what he’d asked for a moment before I realized he was asking if I still owed him time doing anything he asked for in exchange for his silence about our bets. I admit that as soon as his comments registered, my vagina began to weep with joy once more.

“Um, sure? But how about we leave the kids out of this one, this time?” I begged, still needing to adjust to what I’d done in front of them. I was surprised he’d even asked. He’d just left a load of semen inside my rear end. Usually, our lovemaking was quickly followed by snoring.

I was thinking that since you played dress up, or maybe a bikini would be considered dress down, for Jess, you’d play dress up for me too? The kids will see, but they can’t complain that their mom looks too hot to be THEIR mom,” he managed a shrug. I wasn’t sure I understood until he explained his desires to me.

“You can do the ‘mom’ look another day. I figure you have enough of that hour left that you could dress up for me. Today I’d like to see you in that pair of jeans you hardly ever wear. You know, the ones that look painted on? A nice tight tee shirt to show off your boobs, and no bra underneath. And heels ... oh and, makeup too. Yes, lots of makeup. How about it, honey? Will you do that then just leave the outfit on to keep my motor running for the rest of the day?”

“So, you want me to look like a whore?” I asked bluntly. Too bluntly, I suppose. I wasn’t angry or anything, just taken aback. I didn’t mind doing that for him but I had reservations about letting the kids see me dressed that way. Yet I’d said I’d do anything and dressing like a slut one time was hardly too much to ask after what the kids had already been exposed to. Still, it’d be every bit as embarrassing as having a butt plug up my tailpipe in front of them. “Let me guess. The butt plug again too?” I asked, causing Ken’s eyebrows to shoot skyward. I could tell her liked it.

I’d just added a component to the bets he hadn’t thought of. In for a dime, in for a dollar, I mentally shrugged while biting my lower lip. Kendrick acted like I’d just made his day when I gave the smallest of nods.

My husband wanted me to dress like a whore but he didn’t follow through and tell me what to wear or how to wear it – so I didn’t change from my normal mom jeans and polo shirt.

However, Jessica DID insist that we wear a white polo with no bra and short tennis skirt to the bet with the other ladies. She was confident it would psych Jane and Elizabeth out if we came dressed like professionals.

It had also been her idea for us to show up braless, although she’d gone a step further and hadn’t worn ANY underwear. I’m not that brave. She tried to get me to remove my panties right up to the point of getting to the courts but I stoically refused. She even flipped up her skirt as we walked, showing butt cheek as if to prove she really wasn’t wearing underwear. I would have been devastated to do that and have someone see, but she’d once again taken on the persona of someone who just doesn’t care what others think. I knew she’d be regretting her decision if we lost!

Jane and Elizabeth were already there warming up when we arrived. Elizabeth is heavily gothic. She had bottle-black hair and the palest of skin tones with white pancake makeup plastered all the way to her shirt’s cleavage to emphasize the fact. She had heavy mascara on, black lipstick, and, of course, the piercings. MULTIPLE piercings, including the nose ring that Jessica had been so fascinated with.

She looked completely out of place wearing a skirt and shirt of her own; clothing perfect for tennis if they hadn’t both been black and if her shirt hadn’t said, ‘suck it!’ on the front. Jane looked like she’d purchased her outfit at a pro-tennis store. Both girls are heavily developed up top and neither of them wore bras either. I can almost get away with it without drawing too much initial attention.

They weren’t psyched out at all. They had come expecting us to play like sluts. Jessica gave me the briefest apologetic shrug and then giggled mischievously. She didn’t care what anyone thought of her at this stodgy country club. I was mortified to be in the company of three total exhibitionists – if we got kicked out for indecent exposure I would have just died.

Our opponents LOOKED practically topless with nothing left to the imagination! Their heavy pendulous boobs were practically spring-loaded ready to pop out in the ultra-tight white polos they wore.

It was as if they’d gone out of their way to encourage a crowd of horny male spectators. Luckily they’d failed. The courts were almost deserted, most of our neighbors probably still in church or something. There were a few people hanging around including one guy intent on wearing out the grass on the outside of the fence while he did laps walking his dog. His eyes were missing nothing. The dog didn’t care and the man wasn’t even looking where he was going.

“So much for psyching them out,” Jessica whispered, taking in their appearances.

The game itself was fun. I hadn’t played in a couple years but it came back as if it’d just been a week. Between Jessica and me, we had the pair lunging and running about twice as much as they had us. It was as if they were trying to play a pair of novices, doing their best to get the ball right back to our rackets while we did our best to slip past their defenses. Double or nothing,” they challenged us in unison when we won the game. We’d only been playing five minutes. It seemed a shame to stop anyway. Jane added, “Best of three.”

“You’re on,” I shouted across the net. “What’s double of a dozen serves at your butts?” I laughed, not at all worried about being overheard by the small group of onlookers. After all, we’d just won.

“How about a dozen with an uncovered target?” she challenged back. “Losers lose their skirts and have to spread their legs, holding their butt cheeks apart?” I thought she was joking until it registered that she wasn’t.

I instantly imagined Jane bent over, waiting for me to fire a tennis ball at her ass, covered only in a pair of thin panties. I didn’t imagine they’d have shorts on underneath their skirts, and, I hadn’t actually SEEN any either, not that I was looking or anything. They’d be mortified and the onlookers would be in hysterics. I began to feel the familiar hot and sticky between my legs as goosebumps ran down my neck and dirty thoughts flashed through my mind.

The second game was nothing like the first. They were sharks! They’d lulled us into a false sense of security and then played a real game, winning by a point, but only after making us work every bit as hard as we’d made them. Jessica even lost her footing once, sprawling on the ground. Luckily the playing surface was one of those synthetic ones so she didn’t lose any skin on her thigh, but she certainly flashed the dog-walker before snapping her thighs shut.

The last game was refereed. One of the onlookers started shouting out the score as we played and another nominated himself as ball-boy, happily chasing the ball at the end of each point. I watched him scoop up a tennis ball while not even looking at it as it rolled close by Jane. His eyes weren’t even on the ball. Instead, he was blatantly looking straight up her skirt!

We won the first point, they won the second and third. Instead of getting nervous and screwing up, being behind helped me focus. We WON the game!

Winning in itself was intoxicating. Having two chesty women at our mercy was pure frosting on the top. What was unexpected was the ease with which they accepted their loss. “Twelve serves. If you miss the target, you don’t get an extra try. I guess we even have a scorer,” she laughed as if she wasn’t about to be standing in panties right out in the open in front of strangers, waiting to feel a tennis ball whack her on the butt. I’d been watching carefully. There was no way either of them was wearing shorts under their skirts.

“Skirts off! Up against the net and spread ‘em!” Jessica demanded next to me. I wondered if she was thinking like a cop character from a movie or if that was all Jessica. The demands definitely sounded pushy coming from the lips of my usually quiet daughter.

Neither of them even looked around nervously. Both just strolled around to our side of the net and dropped their skirts. The second surprise - one that made ME blush as if it was me out there, was that neither of them wore panties at all! Their rears both bounced in the breeze until they each gripped their butt cheeks and showed off their butt holes to the world!

The small crowd of half a dozen onlookers went wild. The ball boy even took a step to get closer as if unable to believe his luck. Or his eyes.

Both Jane and Elizabeth responded to the catcalls and suggestions made by the onlookers with laughter and wisecracks. There were suggestions I was tempted to protect Jessica from hearing by covering her ears. Suggestions I thought fifteen and, sixteen-year-olds were too young to be subjected to. But I’d brought Jessica here to win and we’d both known the losers would be put into a compromising situation. With this many spectators, I was just relieved it wasn’t us where Jane and Elizabeth were. And they handled it a thousand times better than I would have.