I worked till lunch before heading home to get ready. I was so excited. I couldn't wait to strip Wendy. Ironically, I had only given Wendy my size, 14. Neither of us knew what the other looked like or how far this would go. I quickly logged on and read Jeff's posting before I stepped in the shower to shave again, though the waxing I had done at my local salon looked great.
Jeff was brushing his teeth and grinning at me when I stepped out of the shower. Apparently, my happiness and excitement were visible through the shower doors.
"You could lose, you know."
"I won't. I can't." I said confidently.
"But you want me to help Wendy, if you do lose?"
"Absolutely. Fair is fair. Go as far as you want with her or anyone else. No limits. Ok?"
"Ok, honey." He kissed me on the cheek and whispered "Good luck."
"You want me to lose?"
"Of course not, but I'll be horny as hell if you do."
What did one wear to a strip/wrestling match? I finally settled on navy silk dress pants and a cream cashmere top while Jeff wore black dress pants and a blue shirt, looking stunning as usual in his 6-foot average frame with brown hair and eyes.
At precisely 2:30pm, Jeff and I knocked on the suite door and waited until Wendy promptly opened it and, paying no attention to me, hugged Jeff warmly and pressed herself against him.
I stared at her rubbing against Jeff and looked to Ron who was simply smiling. Jeff appeared caught off guard but did not appear to object to the contact in any way. Just how far would things go this weekend I wondered?
Ron was built similar to Jeff, tall, dark and damn good-looking. "What is it you do?" I asked making small talk.
He smiled and looked at his wife as if sharing an inside secret. "Oh, he's a doctor," said Wendy.
"Yes I am, and I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to this afternoon. Thank you Ashley for agreeing to take my wife on. Not many women challenge her little alone bet her."
"Oh it will be my pleasure to bring her down. You won't mind helping me, umm, expose her will you?"
"Certainly not. But I also won't mind helping her expose you."
"Would you like a drink... Jeff?" asked Wendy playing hostess to my displeasure since this was suppose to be neutral ground and she was obviously getting Jeff to warm up to her.
"A glass of wine would be great," said Jeff noticing Ron drinking the same.
Wendy gracefully went over and poured Jeff a glass and brought it back and sat beside him, handing it to him so he had to touch her hand. I felt so awkward standing at the end of the couch, feeling very out of place in this cozy little gathering.
"So, Jeff, I saw your post just before lunch. Very nice. Do you need help setting up or anything?"
"Thanks anyway Ron but I'm already whenever the ladies are." To emphasize his point he flipped open his laptop and took out his digital camera.
My nerves hit me at Jeff's sentence. The time was here. No getting out of it now.
"Well, just don't be easy on Wendy if she loses. Believe me, she certainly won't be on Ashley."
"We won't," replied Jeff easily liking Ron.
Well, thank heavens for small miracles. Jeff said 'we', meaning he remembered I existed. Why was I starting to doubt myself now?
"You know, part of me hopes to see Ash strip her bare."
"I know, I feel the same way."
"Isn't that horrible?"
"Nope!" said Jeff. "They got themselves into this."
"Very true, they did."
"Any last questions Ashley?" asked Wendy.
"What limits does the winner have?"
"Hmmm, no bestiality, any sex must be safe and no degrading permanent markings, obviously red marks are not forbidden. Does that cover it?"
"Very well. Thank you."
"Who poses first? I assume you want them to be identical to be fair," asked Jeff.
"She can, since I'm not ready," I replied.
Wendy went and stood in front of the coffee table, just feet in front of Jeff and Ron, and smiled at them before turning and smiling directly at me. Never taking her gaze of me, she reached up and slowly undid each button of her white blouse revealing a bright orange skimpy bikini top that tied at her neck, back and between her perfect breasts. Wendy had a flawless figure. Far better than her clothes revealed. She had three kids? Her breasts were quite adequate but not large by any means, her tummy was flat, and skin a golden tan color. Knowing exactly what I was thinking about her body, as only other women can, Wendy smiled wickedly and turned to look at the guys.