This is the tale of the sequence of events that occurred over time and changed the direction of my married life. To this day, I am still amazed at how things developed, and what my wife and I learned about each other along the way.
Ellen and I met in college and married three years ago as soon as we completed graduate school. She earned an MBA in finance and took a job with a multinational corporation in their treasury department, while I received a JD and began long hours as an associate with a large firm. Since both of us wanted to spend time together and establish our careers, we decided to put off starting a family. Like most young educated couples without children, we were making more money than we were worth, and were soon able to afford a nice home with a pool in a trendy neighborhood. We settled into a life of hard work and play with lots of dining out and entertainment centered around a close circle of friends.
Ellen is a 5'7" slender woman with shoulder-length brunette hair, long legs, and a killer behind. She has wonderful full lips, a flawless complexion and sweet C-cup breasts that sit high on her chest. She is quite stylish as well but tends towards the conservative in her choice of clothes, and I would often tease her that she looked like she stepped right out of the women's section of the Brooks Brothers catalog.
Like her choice in fashion, Ellen was a bit conservative towards sex. Although she enjoyed making love and was open to new positions and some play, I typically had to do the initiating. Similarly, when I tried to get her to open up about her fantasies, she would always tell me that she had none and quickly change the subject.
With her conservative attitude, you wouldn't have expected her to be highly competitive, but she could be over the top crazy at times. Whether it involved playing a hand of cards, a board game or softball, she very much wanted to win, almost needed to win. Our friends were well aware of this trait and several refused to play with her because she could make things so tense. Not surprisingly, she was very interested in following sports with professional baseball being her favorite. It was not uncommon to see her standing and screaming at the TV for her team to "get after it" when we were watching a game. In fact, it was a baseball game that started us down the strange path.
Ellen is a big Cubs fan even though she is not from Chicago nor to my knowledge had she ever visited. I accused her of being the typical preppy, following the trendy team of the moment. Of course, she denied this, and often we would end up in an animated exchange. Conversely, I am an Astros fan, having followed them my whole life, and coming up was a rare interleague three-game home-stand with the Cubs. We had purchased tickets for the Saturday and Sunday games, and even though the series was still several weeks away, the verbal jousting had already started. The Cubs were doing much better than the Astros, so Ellen was feeling confident, predicting a sweep, and demanding a wager. Truthfully, I didn't think my team had much of a chance to take the series, so I was deflecting her demands to bet.
The weekend before the series we were relaxing around the house recovering from a long work week. Ellen had decided to get some sun by the pool before it got too hot, and was reclining in a chaise lounge in her one-piece suit. I was inside channel surfing on the TV when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some movement near the back gate. It took several moments before it registered, that it was our lawn man, Hector. Because of our long work hours, one of our indulgences was yard help. We had signed Hector up about a month ago and he had been coming on Thursdays, however earlier in the week, he had called and asked if he could start coming on Saturday instead because he wanted to have his son help and he had a conflict with school. I had told him that it was fine and then promptly forgot about it. I knew Ellen would not be pleased as she was very self-conscious about being seen in swimsuits, despite her attractive body. Even with friends, she usually wore a t-shirt over her tame suits, so my thoughts immediately went to the apology I needed to have ready.
Hector and his son, who appeared to be about twenty, were several steps into the backyard when they first noticed my wife. They stopped and stared at her, and I suddenly felt my pulse quicken. Strangely, my dick began to stiffen as I watched them enjoy something of a voyeur moment. Even more surprising, I soon found myself hoping she would do something like touch her breasts or adjust her suit that would provide a little show. Unfortunately, before anything happened, Hector turned and pulled the mower through the gate which alerted her to their presence. Immediately, Ellen gathered her things and came into the house.
"Why is Hector here today," she demanded as soon as the door closed.
"He asked if he could change days. I said it was okay, but forgot to tell you. It's my fault. I'm sorry honey," I said, acting cowed.
Ellen accepted my explanation and then left to shower and change. We went about our day, but my reaction to what had occurred stayed with me and left me confused about what, to that point, had been a completely unknown interest. I felt strange, like I was some kind of weirdo, since after all, what husband wants other men looking at his wife with desire? I tried rationalizing it in numerous ways, but I knew I was just lying to myself.
That evening we were at dinner with half a bottle of wine consumed when we got on the subject of the upcoming ballgame. Ellen was in full competition mode, telling me that a sweep was inevitable and that she was going to have bragging rights soon.
"You know talk is cheap. Let's see if you will put your money where your mouth is," I blurted out in frustration.
I was tired of her superior attitude, and even though I didn't have much faith in the outcome, enough was enough.
"You got it, sweetheart. How much you want to go for?" she responded instantly, as I think she was a bit incredulous that I had acted so rashly.
"I don't know," I replied softly, now mentally kicking myself for losing my self-control.
After several seconds of silence, she smiled at me and said, "I don't want money. When I win, I want you to hand wash and wax my car every week for a month. Now, you propose your side."
"I can't think of anything," I said, hoping to worm out of it.
"Well, you better think of something quick. Remember, it was your idea, so don't try to weasel out now," she replied arrogantly.
Suddenly, it dawned on me what I wanted, but I was deathly afraid of saying it and bringing her wrath down upon me. However, as I sat there, she kept pushing for an answer certain that she had outfoxed me. Over and over she pushed, and when she reminded me with a laugh that I was the attorney and supposed to be a trained negotiator, I reached my limit.
"When I win, I want you to put on a sexy bikini and let Hector and his son catch you in the back yard," I said as deliberately as I could while forcing my eyes to stare straight into hers.
For one of the few times since I'd known her, she was speechless with a stunned and confused look on her face. She sat there staring at me while sipping her wine for what seemed like an eternity.
"Where did that come from?" she finally asked.
"That's my proposal," I said, not wanting to discuss it right then.
