A Bet About My Wifes Cup Size

"Hey honey, what size are your tits?" I texted to my wife, from work, with no context. These were the first words I had spoken to her since I left this morning.

"C-cup, why do you ask?" she replied, within minutes. She had the day off so she was relaxing at home.

"I just won a bet with one of my coworkers" I replied.

"You had a bet with one of your coworkers about my tits?" she asked.

"Yup! ;p" I said.

"What was the bet?"

"He said they were B-cups, but I knew they were bigger"

"which coworker? What was he basing his guess on?"

"You remember Michael, you met him when we all went to karaoke last month. I showed him a picture of you."

"yeah, i remember him. What picture did you show him? Do my boobs look good in it?"

"Yeah they look great! it was the one of you at the beach with Dave."

"Oh, the one of me in that purple one-piece bathing suite?"

"Yeah."

"I hate that one! no wonder he thought my boobs were smaller! You've got better pictures on your phone, c'mon!"

I quickly looked through all the pictures of my wife on my phone, hoping to find one that shows off her tits more. I did have several topless photos of her, but surely she wouldn't want me showing Michael those ones.

I found a very cute one of her in a tight fitting tank top and sent it to her. "How about this one?" I ask.

"I have a push up bra on in that one, it's not an accurate depiction."

'Alright, I'll keep looking" I text back, before I continue looking through my phone.

"Do you really not have any good pictures of my boobs on your phone that you can show him?" She said after about 8 minutes of silence from me.

"I'm looking!" I respond.

a few moments later I received a picture from her, a topless bathroom mirror selfie. Her long brown curly hair up in a pony tail, her hour glass figure on full display, her C-cup breasts fully exposed. She had pajama bottoms on, a black choker around her neck, and a big ol' smile on her face. Clearly she is proud of her C-cups, and rightfully so!

The picture was followed by a text that said, "here, show him this one"

"Did you just take this right now?" I asked.

"No, I took it for David, after you left for work this morning." she said.

"Oh, gotcha" I said.

I guess I was wrong, she didn't mind showing the nudes to Michael! I love that woman! ...I tracked down Michael and showed him the picture. "See, look! C-cups!" I say.

"great picture!" Michael said, "but you can't trust a picture! How do I know it's not photoshop?"

"She doesn't have photoshop on her phone." I refute.

Michael then listed several filters and apps my wife could have used to make her tits look bigger. He was convinced this picture was not real. He remembered what she looked like at the karaoke bar and thats what he based his opinion on.

"you realize she's my wife, right? I sleep next to her every night. She sleeps in nothing but panties. I literally see her tits every day." I said, trying make sure he understood the bet he was making.

"I am fully aware," he said, "the bet stands."

What was I to do? I texted my wife back and told her Michael required proof, and didn't trust the picture.

"What's on the line? What do you stand to win from him?" she asked, immediately.

"A hundred bucks!" I said

A moment passed with no answer, and then: "I'll split it with ya?"

"Deal" I said.

"I'll be there in 20" she said.

Sure enough, 19 minutes later I got a message from security that my wife was here and on her way up. I met her by the elevator. She wore a grey pencil skirt and a button down blouse. She looked very professional, but I could tell she did not have a bra on, and I was willing to place another bet that she didn't have any panties on either.

My wife and I entered the break room to find Michael enjoying his lunch. There were a few other employees in the room too, but my wife showed no concern.

Not wanting to let Michael know that my wife knew about our bet, her and I said hi, sat at a table near him.

Michael greeted my wife, and said it was nice that she was joining me for lunch... despite the fact that neither of us had any food.

"I couldn't help but notice, though, that this is the first time you've accompanied your husband for lunch, and it happens to coincide with our bet." Michael said.

"Bet?" my wife asked, playing coy.

"C'mon, I'm sure he told you about our bet, and that's why you're here!"

"Guess the cat's out of the bag," she replied as she started unbuttoning her blouse, "that is in fact why I'm here."

"Woah!" Michael flinched, "you're just gonna open your shirt right here in the break room?"

"Of course not." my wife said.

"alright then." Michael relaxed.

"I'm gonna take it off, entirely." My wife replied, as she took off her top, revealing her very much C-cup breasts to me, Michael, and everyone else in the break room.

I love this woman!

Michael was speechless, as he stared at my wife's bare breasts.

"A bet's a bet, right?" she said, as she handed me her shirt.

My wife then got up, walked over, and stood in front of Michael, letting him get a good visual. "What do you think?" She asked him. "B, or C?"

"He might need a handful to accurately judge!" I added, knowing full well what I was doing.

My wife shrugged and told Michael to "alright, go ahead."

Michael reached out with both hands, and took ahold of both of my wife's breasts.

Everyone in the break room had their eyes fixed on my wife, and no one seemed bothered by what was happening.

"I don't know," Michael said, with his hands on my wife's tits, "it's still hard to tell."

"Surely you're some kind of expert in cup sizes, if you were so willing to make such a bet with my husband." My wife said.

"I just don't know." He replied.

"Well, what more would it take?" She asked.

"Maybe if I could see them bouncing." He suggested.

"Alright then." My wife said as she stepped back and lightly jumped up and down a few times, making her bare tits bounce.

My cock was throbbing in my pants, all I could think about was how I could get them to fuck! "You two keep working to figure this out," I said, "I'm gonna get us some food." With that I got up and headed over to the cafeteria. I actually was getting pretty hungry, anyway.

On my way out of the cafeteria I saw my boss. He was headed into the cafeteria. I knew it wouldn't be long before he joined us in the break room with his food.

I came back into the break room to find my wife, still topless, sitting in a chair next to Michael, with her tits on full display. I told Michael and my wife that my boss was on his way in here, and they should just head over to Michael's office so he can keep trying to figure it out.

"Good call." Michael said. No one wanted my boss to catch us. My wife threw her top on, and they rushed out of the break room.

Once they were gone I had some comments from some of the other people in the break room:

"Dude, your wife is hot!"

"You know they are gonna fuck in his office, right?"

"Your wife should join us every day!"

About an hour later, I was sitting in my office. My wife came in to greet me, her face was red and flush, her hair was messed up, and her shirt was not buttoned correctly.

She kissed me, said she was headed home now, but she had fun and wanted to come back to my office again some time.

"Did you guys...?" I asked, with a knowing smile.

She winked at me, before heading out.

The next day I came in to my office to find a $100 bill on my desk.