"You have to be joking!"
"No, I'm deadly serious," came her husband's calm reply.
"You want me to serve your guests dinner but to be completely naked?" she asked incredulously. "I would not do that for a million pounds sterling!"
"We'll see," he said simply.
There was silence. Their daughter, Yvette, sat quietly between them thinking that if she was given a million she'd lie on the table butt naked and they could eat off her breasts and cunt. She still had fond memories of the illicit session she had recently with her best friend when they found a half-full champagne bottle after one of her parent's parties. Her panties became wet just visualising it one more time; something that happened more and more regularly as she explored her bi side with Su Yin Liu, now the forbidden lust of her life.
If only her mother hadn't come in as they made love for the umpteenth time. She had screamed that she was a raving lesbian and should be horse-whipped for such depravity. Too late, she had thought at the time, as she had already tried whipping and paddles and the bare hand which had been administered by one of her many boyfriends.
"I'm not a lesbian!" she had shouted back at the time, slurring slightly but sobering up rapidly with the shock of being found out breaking through the alcohol. "Su's is the first pussy I've ever licked but it was wonderful. You should try it. You are so up your own arse!" She had added, with intense venom but also a great deal of honesty. She loved her mother but she was such a prude, or at least that is what she wanted her daughter and husband to think. "Why don't you get on the internet and find out about real sex, exciting sex, with lots of different people and both sexes?" she had asked, offering it like a piece of advice, as if she was suddenly her mother's agony aunt. "I'll give you some sites to try where you can learn something and get off on the fit men and women," she continued, not letting up on her mix of insult and counsel. Attack was always Yvette's first line of defence so blending it with genuine suggestions was new to both parties.
"Mum, you are such a prude," she said, filling the silence that had hung in the air for what seemed like hours. "Clearly you did not listen to my advice."
Her mother, Chloe, pushed her hands back through her long blonde hair and gave Yvette a scowl that not only meant 'shut up' but also, 'don't tell your father what we have been talking about or what I caught you doing." That beautiful face, with its fine bone china cheekbones, was anything but attractive at that moment.
"Oh come on mum, if you were given a million pounds by dad you'd go naked and probably shave your pussy as well!"
Tom started laughing, then stopped himself, realising he should not be. He loved his daughter's direct ways, so much like himself, but then he caught that famous disapproving look from his wife and tried to force a scowl, coughing and clearing his throat. My God though, he thought, his wife was so beautiful and if she could fulfil the work bet that his Chairman had pronounced in one of his increasingly more crazy moods, then he would be on the board and that lecherous fucker would have to hand over the million he promised. Those were the two parts of the wager: money and a board position, something Tom had not got of either.
"Yvette!" her mum cried, "I would not go naked for a million, nor would I do that...that other thing you mentioned."
"God you are such a c.... oh, you know what I mean!"
She avoided using the 'C' word, though her daughter one night had by chance heard Chloe use it when in the bathroom with her dad and they were clearly indulging in some sex play. She'd listened at the door, smiling to hear them being so intimate. So different from the coy madam who chastised her for every little word she used that might imply s-e-x, every short skirt she wore to college and every top that showed even a centimetre of cleavage. Yes, her mother was a closet whore and a public saint. She was not sure if she really had been disgusted by her daughter's bisexuality for all the extreme response at the time. So, Yvette's aim ever since had been to be more explicit, tease her with information about some of the best and most erotic sites, dress as provocatively as she could and use as many taboo words as she could fit into her discussions.
"What a shame," said Tom after another long silence. Then, as if cottoning on to his daughter's undeclared strategy he went for it. "You have the cutest arse of any of the wives, the most pert breasts and yet at 39 you are the oldest. Even though you had Yvette at 19 years old, you have no sags, stretchmarks or varicose veins and yes, a pussy to admire. I'd be proud if you went nude in front of anyone. Even more so if you shaved down there!"
"D-darling!"
She was flabbergasted. He had never spoken that way, especially in front of Yvette. Yet, between her legs and elsewhere on her body she was excited by what and how he was saying it, so manly and coarse, and yes, she liked the prospect of having a smooth pussy devoid of that annoying pubic hair. Her strict upbringing meant she was unable to express what she really felt or wanted. Intense guilt accompanied any pleasure and her mind recalled the harsh beatings she had received from her parents for showing any flesh, saying even the most mild curse or being caught kissing a boy.
Yvette had noticed the hardening nipples below her mother's starched white blouse and classy bra. She couldn't help but stare, smiling with sudden lust, now she knew how wonderful it was to hold another woman's nipples in her own mouth. Her mother caught her looking and crossed her arms, though this only served to increase her own arousal as the pressure felt intensely erotic. Chloe was caught whichever way she went, by her own desires and by her daughter's stare. Her decision was swift. She forced herself to put her hands by her sides and not hide herself, secretly hoping Tom would notice.
He had, but what he did next was less than secret.
"See, even if your parents tried to beat the sexuality out of you, your tits are saying something much more revealing," he said quietly but with obvious lust.
"Tom!" cried Chloe, almost losing her bravado, but then she moved closer to him, standing at his side. She wanted him to touch her, right then and there. The light touch on her still pert bottom pleased her and she realised she was not embarrassed that he had done this, for the first time in all their years of marriage, in front of someone else. It did not matter it was their daughter; this was a giant leap for there to be any public show of affection at all. Tom had often chastised her for being so staid in company, but all she ever remembered if he tried to kiss or touch her (apart from holding hands) was her father laying into her for kissing a boy in the park. Now, with all the sexual suggestions openly discussed, she was letting him not only touch but squeeze. Yes, she thought, this is daring and exciting.
Yvette had noticed and was giving her a look of such love. Her smile was radiant and she was encouraging it, watching her mother's soft skin take on a glow of part-embarrassment that she was controlling and part-pleasure.
