"What do you think of Betty in 3B?" Eddie Jenko asked her husband as they put away laundry in their apartment.
"The widow? I don't think anything about her," Jamie responded as he hung a sweater in their bedroom closet.
"You know what I mean. For Pops," Eddie said.
"I'm still not following," Jamie said.
"For Pops to date, dummy. Maybe when he comes over tonight for your dad's birthday party, we find a way to have them meet?" Eddie asked.
"Are you back on this again? Pops is in his 80s. He has plenty of friends. He has hobbies. I don't think he needs you to play match-maker," Jamie explained.
"Sure...but everyone needs a little romance in their life. You had friends. You had hobbies. Are you really going to tell me that you were happy before we got together?" Eddie asked.
Jamie couldn't argue with that reasoning. He went back to pairing socks.
"Can someone his age...y'know...still even do something romantic?" Jamie asked, genuinely curious.
"Um, I don't think there's an age limit on buying a girl flowers and taking her to dinner, Sergeant Reagan," Eddie said with an eye-roll. Eddie continued folding her clean laundry.
"You know what I mean. It kinda defeats the purpose of dating someone if the most you'll get out of it is a peck on the cheek," Jamie countered with a smile.
"Sometimes you can be a real pig," Eddie said jokingly, throwing one of his old tee-shirts at him. Jamie folded it neatly and put it in a nearby drawer.
"But just so you know," Eddie said, "Your grandfather can absolutely still get it up."
"What? How do you know?" Jamie asked, shocked.
"I've seen it," she quickly responded.
"You've seen it? No way," Jamie said dismissively.
"Oh, I most certainly have."
"He showed it to you?"
"No, he didn't show it to me."
"Then how do you know he can still...y'know...get one?"
"Jamie, I swear on our future kids' lives that your grandfather Henry is still 100% capable of getting an erection."
"And you have evidence, Officer Jenko?"
"First-hand."
"Explain."
"Remember two weeks ago? At family dinner? I wore that top. The one that shows off 'the girls.' I caught him staring at my cleavage," Eddie said.
"Wait. Staring at your breasts is not the same as getting an erection," Jamie said.
"Jamie, I caught him looking and he got all red in the face and wouldn't stand up from the table when it was time to clear it. He had a boner," Eddie explained.
"Gimme a break. Pops can't get a "boner" at his age. It's scientific."
"How about a bet?"
"A bet? What do you even have that I want?" Jamie laughed.
"I can think of one thing you've asked for and that I've never given you," Eddie said with a sly smirk.
"C'mon, you can't be serious," Jamie said.
"I bet you that I can prove that Henry Reagan can still get it up. If I win, you do all my paperwork for a full month. Every last page. And if you win, you...can do the thing you want to me, but only once," Eddie noted.
"Sounds fair. I'll make sure to pick up some extra lube," Jamie joked.
"I'd be more worried about the carpal tunnel," Eddie corrected him.
"Okay...so...how exactly do you plan on winning this bet?" Jamie said.
"You'll see."
"Right, sure...but just to be clear, there's no cheating...like, you can't slip him one of those blue pills...and no touching either."
"No problem. You just get ready for some serious desk-time, Sarge," Eddie said.
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As she'd told Jamie, Eddie Jenko did call her husband's grandpa, Henry Reagan, over to their apartment early to help her set up for the surprise birthday party they'd be having for the Commissioner that evening. Eddie was dressed in her usual weekend attire - blue jeans, a sweater, nothing special really, and certainly not what one wore to an event such as the PC's surprise birthday party.
When Henry arrived, a bottle of whiskey in hand, he was surprised to see that Jamie wasn't around.
"Where's the old ball-and-chain, Eddie?" he asked his grand-daughter-in-law as he stepped into their apartment.
"Oh, he went out to get the cake. He'll be back any minute I'm sure...depending on traffic," Eddie said, taking Henry's coat and gift.
"Well, you said you need some help setting up. Put me to work, Officer Jenko," Henry said with a smile.
"Well, it's funny you should say that. I've got the food warming in the oven and the table is set. The drink station is stocked. I guess all I need to do now is just change," Eddie said. "And...I could actually use your opinion."
"I'm not sure I'd be much help. I'm not much of a fashion expert," Henry said.
"Don't say that, you always dress so sharp, Henry. C'mon, I've got it down to two outfits," Eddie said, taking Henry by the hand and leading him to the bedroom.
Grandpa was flustered. It had been many years since a woman took him to their bedroom. But hey, he thought, it's not like she was coming onto him or anything. She just wanted his advice, he thought. Eddie wouldn't actually be changing in front of him either, he was sure. She would just hold up two dresses and he would point to one of them and then he'd leave the room, give her the necessary privacy to get dressed, and take a seat on the couch. Nothing weird about that at all. He still felt a little awkward getting caught staring at her cleavage a few weeks prior.
What he didn't know was that his grandson, Jamie, was watching them from the bedroom closet as they entered.
Jenko patted the bed, encouraging Grandpa to sit. She then lifted up two dresses that were draped over a chair. She held them for Grandpa to see.
To him, the dresses looked nearly identical. Both black. Both nice. He could barely tell the two apart aside from a few details here or there.
"I don't know, Eddie. They both look great. I can barely tell them apart. Just choose one. You can't go wrong. I'm sure you would look beautiful in either," Henry said as he started to stand to make his exit. But before he'd even stood, Eddie handed him one of the dresses.
"That's very nice, Henry, but you don't get off that easy. These dresses are completely different. One is elegant chic and one is classic. Y'know what? You just gotta see how they look when they're on. Here, hold this," she said, practically shoving Pops back onto the bed while handing him one of the dresses.
She draped the other dress over the chair and quickly lifted her sweater and undershirt in one pull, exposing herself in just a simple black bra. Pops had seen her in a similar state of undress before - when they went on a family beach day - but this felt different. They were in public then. Now they were in the bedroom she shared with his grandson.
"Um...I....maybe I should step outside?" Henry said, flummoxed. In the closet, Jamie felt his body temperature rise.
"This'll only take a minute. If you want, just shut your eyes," Eddie said as she started unbuttoning her jeans.
Henry couldn't help but watch through slightly-closed eyes as Eddie, now down to a black bra and red bikini panties, moved around in front of him. She turned her body and Pops took a mental picture of her perfectly round, tight ass. The fabric of her panties hugged it like a second skin. I have a very lucky grandson, he thought. His cock hardened in his pants. He tried to think of baseball, WW2, anything but the impure thoughts in his head.
Of course, in the closet, Jamie's mouth was agape. He couldn't believe his wife was practically giving a strip show to his grandfather. It was gross, funny, and hot all at once. His cock hardened too.
Eddie put on the first black dress and did a little twirl. Pops was able to breathe for the first time in minutes.
"What do you think?" Eddie asked.
"Stunning," he said. "I think you found the one."
Eddie laughed. She was surprised he could speak with how much blood had left his face and traveled south. She knew she had him - the tent in his pants made that abundantly clear from her vantage point - but her competitive side meant that she wanted to push things further to win the bet without question.
