I lost a football bet to my husband and his two best friends. Now I have to serve them on their weekly poker night wearing whatever they pick out for me to wear. The first week, they had me dress like a French maid and my husband and his buddies were well served by the end of the night. This story may stand on its own but to fully understand it might be a good idea to read Can't Lose Football Bet Part 1.
Week 2
It took me three days to recover from last Friday night. I had never been so wonderfully sore in my whole life. I spent the entire week in nervous anticipation of what the next Friday night would bring. John and I never really discussed what happened on my first night of paying off on my loss of a football bet but he just kept telling me he loved me and he couldn't wait until this Friday. I kept asking him what I was supposed to wear this Friday night to serve the boys while they played poker but he kept telling me to just relax, he had discussed it with James and Avery and they decided on an outfit that James agreed to take care of.
At 10:00am on Friday morning I heard a knock at the door and when I answered I found a package wrapped in brown paper on the doorstep with my name on it. Whomever had delivered the package was nowhere in sight. I was shaking as I picked up the package and took it into the house.
Under the brown paper was a colorful gift box with an envelope taped to the top. I opened the envelope to find a card with a picture on the front of a girl in what was definitely a naughty Catholic school girl uniform bent over a teacher's desk with her butt high in the air, exposing her white panties. She was turned to look back at the camera and revealing a good amount of her cleavage. Inside the card it just said "Looking forward to tonight" and was signed by James, Avery and John.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what outfit I would be wearing; men are so predictable. Inside the box was a naughty school girl ensemble complete with plaid skirt, white blouse and even a pair of cat-eye glasses with black frames. As I pulled the various pieces from the box I noticed a few customizations had been made to what appeared to have been at one time, a real school-girl uniform. For one thing, the plaid skirt seemed to have been significantly shortened to be more like a wide belt. It looked impossibly short and I could tell there was no way it could cover my ass. Secondly, the blouse was a size four. With my breasts, I can barely squeeze into a size eight. And on further inspection, I noticed that the buttons on the starched white cotton has been neatly removed. How was I supposed to wear this? Under the blouse and skirt there was a white lace bra. At least it was my size although there was padding in the underside of the cups to make it a push-up style which I definitely don't need. There was a tiny white lace g-string which if possible, was even smaller than the one I wore last week. And, finally, a pair of black patent leather Mary-Jane style shoes with straps that hooked around the ankles. There were even little white socks with lace tops that were meant to be folded over. Stuck inside one of the shoes was a small rectangular box about 6" long, wrapped in silver paper and a red ribbon. Inside, my husband had placed a small card with the words "To the most incredible wife ever!" and best of all, it was attached to a beautiful pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings. I giggled as I thought that this was probably not the only pearl necklace I would be wearing tonight.
I had been worried about how my husband was feeling about all this, seeing other men with me, but seeing the note and the beautiful gift made my fears and doubts melt away. I had never been happier.
Around four that afternoon I started the same routine as the week before of shaving my legs and making sure that every inch of my body was smooth, clean and smelled good. By six, I started to get dressed, pearls first. I looked at myself in the mirror, totally naked except for a short strand of pearls around my neck and the matching earrings. For the first time in a long time, I felt good about my body. Tall, tan, firm, I stretched in front of the full length mirror and then ran my fingers over my breasts. My nipples began to get hard and I pinched them lightly. It felt so good. I may not pass the pencil test but my big 34DD breasts were still pretty firm and I am proud of them. They get lots of looks and I've given up trying to hide them.
I got the box from the other room and laid it on the bed. I pulled on the miniature g-string which just barely covered my slit and then stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to my waist. If I wore the skirt the way it was designed, on my waist, at best the skirt covered 2/3 of my ass, leaving the bottom third of my cheeks completely exposed. I tugged the skirt lower onto my hips and got it to where just the very bottom of my ass cheeks showed in the back. In the front, no matter how low I pulled it down, you could still see a hint of white panties. Well, if that was their intent, it worked.
The bra was lace and designed to push the boobs they were holding, up and together, creating maximum cleavage. The padding pushed my big tits up alright. It felt like they were just slightly below my chin and the lace was see through enough to show the change in skin tone between the dark pink of my areolas and the white skin of my breasts. The blouse was tight and no matter how I pulled the two sides together, the closest I could get them was about 4", leaving a large gap. Since there were no buttons, the only way to close the blouse was to tie the shirt tails together. With the blouse tied together just under my massive looking tits, the shirt gaped open exposing plenty of bra and boobs. I am pretty sure I would not have met even the most lax school dress code.
I put the little lace socks on and then the shoes. I hooked the straps around my ankle and delicately folded the socks so that you could just see the patent leather straps around my ankle. Looking in the mirror I made for one nasty little school girl. To top it off, I pulled my long hair into two pigtails sticking out of my head. At first glance I looked like a grade school girl playing dress-up but a second look would tell you I wasn't playing. I never quite got the whole fascination with the school girl - until now. I looked hot. I touched up my make-up, put on an extra dab of strawberry lip gloss and waited for my guests.
I didn't have to wait long before I heard my husband John pull into the garage. I posed in the hall just inside the door where he would come into the house. When he came through the door and saw me, he couldn't seem to get any words out. He just stared with his mouth open. Finally, I made the first move and walked up and leaned forward in my high heels to kiss him. At the same time, I reached down and felt his cock stiffening in his pants. I said, 'I guess you like it', he just nodded.
I turned and walked to the kitchen knowing he was watching every little twitch of my nearly bare ass. He followed me, still without saying a word. I started to fix myself a martini when John finally came up behind me and said "Let me do that for you" and then he held me by the shoulders and turned me around and asked "Are you sure you're up for this?".
I was. I wanted it and I told him so. He smiled, kissed me and grabbed my ass with both hands nearly lifting me off the floor. He said "Me too."