"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.
