It had been almost three months since losing that bet with my hubby. We had been in a pub watching a baseball game with a bunch of friends (I can’t even remember who was playing) when I let the beer-bravery get the best of me. My wager was for a five-day cruise to Mexico, while hubby simply wagered an unstated sexual fantasy of his choosing. I figured it was a win win for me, win or lose, so I took the bet. Half the pub heard the bet and the cheering and applause was tremendous. It was all great fun. After extra innings, hubby’s team won the day. Though taunted by our friends, hubby would not let on what exactly he had chosen as his fantasy.
Then one lazy Saturday, in early Fall, hubby said it was time to make good on our bet. I had almost forgotten about the wager, but hubby was quick to refresh my memory. “A fantasy….of my choosing”, he emphasized. Before leaving the house, hubby told me wear something I wouldn’t mind getting dirty. He also indicated that we would be doing a little hiking on this adventure. With no clue what to expect, I pulled on a pair of hiking shorts, a simple button-down blouse, and my hiking boots.
As we drove along, I asked hubby what he had in store for me. He replied that he had this long-time fantasy involving one of our favorite hiking trails, but refused to provide any details. “Telling you ahead of time will lessen my fun”, he said.
Soon we arrived at a familiar trailhead. We had both enjoyed this particular trail over the years, so it was not really surprising to me that hubby had selected this particular trail for his fantasy. As is often the case, our car was the only one in the parking area, indicative that we would be alone on the trail.
As hubby grabbed his daypack from the trunk of the car, he told me I should leave my clothes in the trunk for safekeeping. I asked him if he expected me to go naked and he just smiled and nodded his head. The thought of walking our favorite trail in the nude was quite stimulating to me, but I objected to leaving all my clothes at the car. I begged to have him carry my clothes in his backpack, but he was adamant about leaving everything behind.
I finally relented, and stepped to the back of the car to disrobe. I looked carefully up and down the road and, seeing no hint of anyone else around the area, slipped quickly out of my clothes. It was about 1:00 P. M., and the warm weather was perfect for hiking. Hubby closed the trunk leaving me standing there completely naked except for my shoes and socks. I could tell he was quite pleased with himself.
As we proceeded down the trail, I felt more and more comfortable with my situation. I was guessing that we would make our way to our favorite little meadow where hubby would no doubt bed me down in the grass as he had done so many times in the past.
As we walked along, a light breeze rattled the leaves, calling my nipples to attention, and leaving me hornier with every new step. Our favorite meadow was about a mile from where we had parked and when we reached it, I thought we had reached hubby’s intended destination. I was surprised when we just kept on walking. I asked hubby where we were going and he pointed up ahead to a lightly wooded knoll about another half mile farther on. We had explored this area too, over the years. The knoll looked over some of the back-waters of San Francisco Bay, and the view from there was always very nice.