I lost a football bet to my husband and his two best friends. Now I have to serve them and whomever they invite to 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. The second week it was a naughty school girl. This third and final week is another tried and true male fantasy. This story may stand on its own but to fully understand it might be a good idea to read Can't Lose Football Bet Parts 1 and 2.
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Week 3
After last week, I could think of nothing but sex. It consumed me and John got the full force of my sexuality as I fucked and sucked him morning and night. He has never refused me but there were times when I could tell he was tired but there was no way he was going to give this up.
Thursday morning, I woke John in what had become my new usual way which meant he arose each morning to the feeling of my warm mouth on his cock. This time though he pulled me away and said, "I want you good and horny for tomorrow night."
I didn't know how to tell him but I had never been so horny in my life and couldn't wait until Friday night. I had asked him several times during the week what the outfit I was to wear was for Friday but he refused to tell me.
Friday morning, John woke before I did and left while I was still asleep. I woke to find a rose on the pillow next to me with a note that simply stated, "I can't wait until tonight."
I could hardly wait either and all through the day, I fantasized about Avery's giant cock filling my pussy, James' thick cock sliding past my lips to the back of my throat and Mike's firm hands pinching my nipples until I couldn't stand it.
I also thought about having two cocks again, one in my pussy and one in my ass, pumping me furiously. I couldn't keep my fingers away from my pussy while these thoughts kept running through my brain all day long but I somehow managed to stop before orgasm each time. By the time 4:00pm came around, I had to be the horniest woman on the planet.
John came home early and under his arm I saw yet another box. I couldn't imagine what it was this time but I wanted it to be something good, something sexy, something that would take their minds away from poker and onto me.
John came in smiling when he saw me in just a t-shirt and jeans. I wasn't wearing a bra and when I saw him looking at my chest, I realized that my nipples were rock hard and pushing against the thin, white material. You could have hung an umbrella on them; they were sticking out so far and were so hard.
I reached for the box and he pulled it away quickly. He smiled playfully and said, "Not even a kiss first?" I almost jumped in his arms and planted a long wet kiss on him, shoving my tongue in his mouth.
"That's better", he said as I climbed back off him. I wanted to see what was in the box and when I grabbed it this time, he let me have it. As I pulled off the top I couldn't quite tell what it was. As I grabbed the silky material to hold it up, John said, "I dream of Tabatha tonight" and he turned me and playfully smacked me on the bottom, pointing me toward the bedroom.
With the box on the bed, I began removing the latest outfit. It was a harem outfit, not unlike the one Barbara Eden wore in I Dream of Jeanie. There were harem pants made of see-through silk, and were gathered at the bottom of the legs. Around the waist was a band of gold to which hundreds of small bronze or copper coins had been sewn. It was beautiful silk and looked far more expensive than any of the other outfits had been.
The top was a bra made of the same material as the gold waistband on the pants, with more coins sewn to the underside of the cups of the bra. This too was exquisitely made. Lastly, there was also a small vest and a fez like hat, again, very similar to the one Jeanie wore. I wanted to try it on but first I had to make sure I was totally clean and perfumed for my boys.
I spent a long time in the bath, trying to minimize the time between being completely ready and having to wait for the guys to get there. It was still two hours before they would be coming and I wanted to spend the time primping as opposed to waiting.
Finally, I had my bath complete, my make-up on and I was ready to try on this new I Dream of Jeanie, or as my husband called it, Tabatha, fantasy. I was a little surprised at first by the harem pants. They initially seemed like a very sexy idea but they didn't seem to have nearly the easy access that the dress and skirt I had worn previously allowed, or so I thought.
I went through the box one more time looking for panties and found none. I've told you before, I don't normally wear panties but with the sheer material of the harem pants I thought there would be something. There was nothing.
I thought about putting on one of my tinier g-strings but then thought, not in the box, then not on me. I pulled the harem pants up over my smooth, shaved legs and up over my waist. The waistband of the silky pants was somewhat elastic and when I had them all the way up, I realized the waistband had a v shaped dip in the front, dropping all the way to the top of my pubic mound which put the bottom of the coins dangling from the bottom of the waistband, just touching the top of my clit.
Standing up, I also realized there was a slit running from the bottom of the V, all the way to the back waist band. When standing still, you couldn't tell there was a slit there but it allowed easy access to my pussy and ass.
Looking into the mirror I also realized that the sheer material left nothing to the imagination. I could clearly see the fabric shining and seemingly flowing over my skin but I could also clearly see my pussy through the material. Turning around, it was almost as if there was nothing covering my ass.
I had the same feeling I had with both other outfits in that I wanted to back out of this because everything I had ever been told said it was wrong to do this but at the same time, the feel of the silk on my skin and knowing that in less than an hour there would be a table full of guys staring at me, made me glow with anticipation.
I put the bra on next and got another surprise. The material was luxurious but like the cups on the corset I wore on the first week, they only just covered the bottom half of my breast. Also, just like the waistband of the harem pants dipping down, the cups of the bra had cut-outs that dipped, this time, below my nipples. The cut-out was almost the exact size of my nipples and the circular cut-out followed the curve of my areolas, but left the top of the circle open.