The late afternoon NFL games for Week 4 had just ended when my phone rang. It was my friend Mike who ran the weekly football pool. I figured he was calling to gloat over winning that week. I had an especially terrible week of prognosticating, so I knew I was not going to be the winner. I hit the answer button and prepared for the worst.
"Hey man, guess who won the pool this week."
"I know it's not me, so I guess it is you and that's why you're calling."
"I wish" he said, "but I did just as badly as you. No man, Kelly won, she got 10 right and with just the Sunday and Monday night games left no one can catch her."
"You cannot be serious" I said. "She doesn't know anything about football. I just have her fill it out to get more money in the pot."
"The way this week's games went; it was probably better to not know anything about football and pick by team colors or cities or whatever else she uses to choose than. Just figured I'd let you know you guys are $200 richer so you can celebrate."
"Thanks; I'll let her know when she gets home. See you tomorrow."
I was in complete disbelief. How in the hell did she win? I'm never going to hear the end of it. When I first asked her to join, she wanted no part of it saying it was a waste of money. I convinced her that I would win at least twice a year, (which I did) so we were practically guaranteed to come out in the positive each year. She was still unsure, so I sweetened the contest, giving her extra incentive if she ever won it, which I knew she would not. I was so sure of it, that we had made a one-sided wager. If she ever won, I would wait on her hand and foot for an entire week. Whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. I would have to prepare myself mentally for what was to come.
"Are you serious!?" she screamed excitedly when I told her upon her return home. "That is wicked awesome" she said with a big smile on her face channeling her New England accent which didn't come out too often anymore.
I told her Mike would have the $200 for her in the morning if she wanted to pick it up or I could do it. She decided it would be more fun for her to pick it up so she could "make sure" it was all there.
As we got into bed for the night, she hadn't said anything about our side wager. I was hopeful she would have forgotten about it or just decided the money was enough and be happy with it.
"What are you going to do with the money," I asked, trying to keep her focus on that.
"Oh, trust me I have plans for MY money" she said with a smile. "This is going towards my Halloween costume. Maybe I can get a little extra done to it. Make it look more authentic."
Kelly and I loved Halloween. Two years prior we had quite the night with one of her friends. It was the first time we had both been together with one of our friends. Kelly and I were very much in love, but I knew that sometimes you needed a little change of pace. Thus, we agreed to be honest with each other should we ever look for a fun night with someone else. Kelly had taken advantage of our agreement once, but I was not certain I ever would. The desire was there but I was unable to get past my own trepidations to actually go for it.
"Are you ever going to tell me what we are going to the party as so I can make sure to get my costume ready? The closer we get to Halloween the harder it's going to be to find whatever I need."
"You already have your costume; you just don't know it yet. Trust me, you'll be fine and ready to go before the party."
"Alright," I said as I tuned off the light and gave her a quick kiss. "Good night."
It had been a couple of weeks since her victory and still no mention of our side-wager. I figured I had lucked out and the money had been enough for her. Halloween fell on a Thursday this year so the party we had been invited to would be held on the Saturday before. We were going to one of the area Country Clubs per an invite from her friend Sara. I was worried the night was going to be nothing but pressure to join but Sara convinced us that would not be the case. The only requirement was that everyone had to be in costume.
It was two weeks before Halloween when Kelly finally hit me with the reminder of our side wager. She sent me a text message about an hour before I got off work which reminded me of our agreement. She said she wanted to start the week that night and sent me a shopping list of things to get. 6 bottles of wine (3 red/3 white), vodka (regular and whipped cream infused) and any other liquors we may be out of at home.
I inquired as to why we needed so much all the sudden. She let me know that her friends would be coming over Friday night for dinner and spending the weekend so they could all go out Saturday for a girl's day and make sure their costumes were ready. She made sure I knew that the couch was going to be for me both nights as we only had one spare bedroom. She would sleep with one of her friends in our bed and the other two would sleep in the guestroom. I was not thrilled with this idea, but a deal was a deal and when it was time to go, I picked up the wine and liquor as requested.
When I got home the rest of her plan was revealed to me. I had a half day on Friday, so I was to go shopping once again for dinner and make dinner for her and her friends Friday night. Again, this was a "Girl's Event" so I would not be joining them, just preparing for them and serving. I objected that the deal was that I was to do as she asked for a week but not for others too. We discussed that and agreed that if I did this, my penalty would end on Sunday instead of going the full week. I agreed to the terms and asked what she wanted me to make. Surf and turf was the response. Oh, wonderful I thought.
After getting off work after lunch, I went to the butcher to pick up the smallest ribeye's they had, figuring the ladies wouldn't want a huge meal. After that was the market for crab legs, fixings for a nice rice pilaf and what I needed for Caesar salads. When I got home, I cleaned up a bit and got the table set with a fresh tablecloth and the place settings. Still had a couple hours so made myself a big dinner before getting started on everything else. When Kelly got home, she looked around at what I had done and complemented everything. She asked if I would set up the outdoor heaters on our enclosed patio in the back in case it got a bit too cool out there if they wanted to use it. I set up the heater and switched out the lightbulbs, one black and one orange for ambiance. A couple of pumpkin lights on the patio table completed the look.
Everyone was supposed to arrive by 7:30 so I started prepping at 6. Got the salad made and set in the refrigerator and prepared the pilaf for the stove. Got the large pot of water boiling for the crab legs and seasoned the steaks. Kelly's friend Stephanie (never Steph) arrived right at 7. Out of all her closest friends I never really connected with her. She was 5'6" just like Kelly but had dark brown hair compared to Kelly's light brown. Her nose was kind of pointy so I figured she would be going as a witch to the party next week. I know I should not be stereotypical, but I can't help it. Other than that, she was a beautiful woman. Nice smile, small breasts, I would guess they were 34A's. The couple times I had seen her in a bikini she didn't fill it out.
Nicole was the next to arrive, doing so just as I got the steaks on the indoor grill. I always had a great time with Nicole and her husband when we would get together. She was the tiniest of the friends, standing at 5'3." Her hair was almost identical in color and length to Kelly's, but the biggest difference was the breasts. Nicole had hers augmented to 36C's a couple years back. I thought what she had before was fine and that these new ones were too big for her frame, but she liked them and according to the looks and comments she would often get, so did many others.
Dinner was served at 7:30. To no one's surprise, the final friend, Sara was not on time. Sara was the youngest of the group by about 12 years having just turned 22 over the summer. She and Kelly met because of her ex-boyfriend who had worked for Kelly. The guy was a total waste of space and we all wanted to throw a party when he left. Sara had dropped out of college to move in with him, thinking he was the one, to her parents' chagrin. The good news for her was that her parents had money; I'm not sure what they did or owned, just that they were loaded. They took care of her financially, getting her a nice apartment and ensuring she had everything she needed on the promise she would go back to school. She was finally going to go back to college for the spring semester. It was actually her parents' invite that got us into the party next week.
Sara arrived just as the others started eating. From the looks of her, she had just come from the gym, where she practically lived. Before dropping out, she had been a cheerleader. The couple games we went to, it was hard not to watch her instead of the game. Michelangelo could not sculpt a more perfect body in my opinion. She was the tallest of the group standing at 5'9" with jet black hair and blue eyes that always appeared to sparkle when you looked directly into them. Her body, from what I have gotten to see of it, had no imperfections. Tight, tanned and lean from top to bottom. Speaking of her bottom, absolutely no complaints there, it was exquisitely round and firm. Picture Catherine Zeta-Jones in the training scene from Entrapment where the camera focuses on her ass (or perhaps her stunt doubles) as she goes under the wire.
Whenever I saw her, I always thought, man if I ever had the opportunity with her, I'd...remember I was married and even though we had the agreement between us, I felt close friends were unavailable.
Each had two glasses of wine in front of them, one red and one white since I didn't know which each would prefer. To my amazement, I had to refill them rather quickly.
Why aren't you eating too?" Sara asked.
I explained I had eaten earlier to make sure everything was ready to go. Kelly decided to pipe in at that point.
"Actually, the real reason he is not eating is because he is mine to command all weekend long," she said smiling at me.
"What do you mean?" Stephanie asked.
"A couple of weeks ago I proved I know more about football than he does. I won $200 in his football pool. The deal was that if I ever beat him, he would have to do anything I asked of him for a week but since we had this weekend planned, I told him that I would only make him do it through Sunday."
"Is it only what you ask of him or do we get to play too," inquired Nicole.
"Sorry ladies, only what Kelly asks," I said quickly.
"No, no, no" Kelly quickly interjected. "The deal was you do what I want, and I want you to listen and do what they want too."
I motioned for Kelly to meet me in the bedroom right quick to have a discussion. I explained I was displeased that she was including her friends into our little arrangement. Embarrassed enough already that she let them know what was going on.
"Don't get mad and embarrassed. Look what you have out there. Four women who have nearly finished two bottles of wine in less than an hour. They are all staying here tonight and tomorrow. There will be a lot of drinking going on. You are the only guy here. Who else are they going to flirt with all weekend? Not only that, but you are also going to be the first person to see us in our costumes after we pick them up tomorrow. See how sexy we are dressed up as...oops almost spoiled the secret there. Couple more glasses of wine and I probably would have. Just give me this weekend for fun with the girls and I am most assuredly going to pay you back ten-fold later, ok?"
Kelly was good at keeping her promises and she made this one sound special, so I agreed to it. Walking back out to the dining room, Kelly announced our updated agreement which led to some mocking cheers.
"Oh butler, teased Nicole, more wine for everyone please."
