Shoes And Socks

"I know what I said! I said I'd run around the block buck naked, in broad daylight, if you passed your certification on the first try. You did, you win, I run - happy now?" Jack quietly reaffirmed his intention to never, ever bet against his wife again.

"Oh c'mon sweetie, it won't be that bad." Sylvia was thoroughly enjoying her husband's discomfort. "Who's going to be 'up' at this time anyway?" She just hoped he'd never find out that she'd actually passed the certification test before the bet was made. "Tell you what. I'll even let you wear your running shoes. Socks too, I wouldn't want you to hurt your feet."

Jack finished lacing his shoes, walked to the front door, and opened it. He found the situation oddly stimulating. Was it the cool morning air or the thought of someone actually seeing a naked man running through the neighborhood? At the first sign of daylight he was off, sprinting across the lawn and onto the sidewalk.

Sylvia calmly picked up her cell phone and sent a text message to a pre-selected group of female neighbors. She walked slowly down the hall to their bedroom and peeling off her t-shirt and pajama bottoms. She inhaled, stretched her arms overhead, then exhaled bending forward, easily touching her toes.

Nine minutes and 27 seconds after leaving the house Jack returned. His erection proudly leading the way.

"Sylvia!" He glanced quickly around the living room.

"Sylvia! That was a dirty trick you played on me!" The kitchen was empty. And so was the dining room.

"Syl..." Checking their bedroom he found his wife, kneeling on their bed, nude, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"Forgive me?"

The Initiation

"You already know I did. They saw me get dressed." I was dressed like a little school girl, plaid skirt, white blouse and white stockings. This was so unfair. It wasn't my fault that I had the flu last week during the initiations. None of the other girls had to do this. All they had to do was blow or jerk off one of the frat boy off. Big deal, like that's a challenge. This was - this was so much more embarrassing.

"Ok Julia. Show me." Cynthia, the sister in charge of the initiation, encouraged me. "Come on, you can do this. That's it, higher, higher."

I lifted my skirt until it was bunched at my hips. I felt the heat rise in my face. Cynthia knelt to inspect me and I felt a flash of heat in my pussy. Cynthia stood and looked me in the eye. I was trembling now; arousal was pushing my embarrassment aside.

Cynthia looked over her shoulder into the shoe store and then back at me. "Showtime, Jules. Remember, every little bit counts. Make us proud."