Elise and I have been married for six years. I consider myself extremely lucky. Elise has long brown hair, is five feet 6 inches tall, 130 pounds, and has a great figure that’s been my delightful playground for the past several years. Elise enjoys sex almost as much as I do. She's romantic and athletic, playful and passionate and sensitive both physically and emotionally. A passionate kiss and Elise is ready to roll. Give her a few drinks and she's hot and horny in no time. Elise has learned to love having her clit and pussy sucked and has mastered a great blowjob. Nothing makes her happier than having her first orgasm with my face buried in her snatch before being fucked to a second orgasm. She keeps herself in good shape, dresses in a flattering manner, conservatively in public but more provocatively when we're alone.
Like many other husbands, I’ve encourage my wife to explore her sexual side even more. While that coaching and encouraging has produced lots of bedroom fun, her behavior outside our bedroom have been bounded by a pretty conservative upbringing. I hadn't had any luck with my efforts to encourage her to be a little bit more of an exhibitionist or consider a little fling – my favorite fantasy. My progress had been limited to some sexy additions to her wardrobe that show off her beautiful 34 C boobs and great figure.
Since college I have managed to stay in pretty decent shape but gradually gained weight to the point where I was 40 pounds over my ideal weight. At 6'4" I was hardly fat but nonetheless, was getting frustrated with my inability to get back down to my college weight. I had tried a few diet and exercise routines but with my work schedule and stress, and lots of entertaining for work, I wasn't having much luck. Last year I mentioned I needed an incentive to get my weight back down to where it belongs. Elise teased me about setting unrealistic goals and said no way was I going to get my weight down 40 pounds as 20 pounds was a more realistic goal. Provoked by the tone of her voice and my reluctance to resign myself to a less athletic figure, I insisted I could lose that much weight.
She said no way and I said, “I’ll bet I can.”
Elise chuckled and said. “I'll bet you anything you can’t lose 40 pounds.”
I said, "It’s a deal."
Over the next few months, in fits and starts I begin exercising and watching my diet much more closely. The progress was slow but steady, 5 pounds, then 10, in a few months 15, and 20. I was pleased and Elise was encouraging. At six months I hit 30 pounds but was struggling to make more progress. Elise thought I looked great and encouraged me to just hold that level. I told her my motivation wasn't to get 10 pounds lighter but to hit my target weight so she would have to help me fulfill one of my fantasies. She looked a little puzzled as I reminded her that she said she would do “anything” if I lost 40 pounds.
I told her, "The anything I have in mind involves your beautiful body getting a little more attention."
Elise giggled at my comments saying “I shouldn’t have much to worry about now.”
Nothing else was said for the next few months as I slowly progressed to a 35-pound weight loss with Elise occasionally checking my progress. I plateaued at that level for a couple months and found it virtually impossible to make much headway. I had a five-week out-of-town assignment coming up that usually meant lots of eating out and weight gain. I decide instead to turn that into an opportunity to get lots of exercise and do whatever it took to break the 40-pound goal.
I returned home in the best shape of my life. I had hit my goal and couldn't wait to see Elise. That evening as we were catching our breath after a third round of catch up sex, I ask Elise how she liked my lean 200-pound body. She realized I'd hit my goal and congratulated me on my success. Nothing else was said about it for the next several days. A few weeks later as I lay on my bed with Elise on top of me impaled on my cock and with my hands massaging those beautiful tits I mentioned to Elise that I was looking forward to her acting out a fantasy of mine as payment for losing the bet. Elise was glistening from sweat and breathing deeply as she bounced to climax. She smiled but didn't say a thing. It wasn't clear if she was avoiding the topic or just enjoying the fuck.
The next day I mentioned to Elise I made arrangements for us to spend a long weekend to attend homecoming activities at my old university frat house. Elise had never been to my university and thought that sounded like fun. I told her to plan on doing some serious partying. I explained that our fraternity house had a guest room for alumni in exchange for chaperoning parties and mentoring the young men. When I told her to pack her miniskirts and sexiest lingerie she knew I expected a hot weekend.
Friday night we attended the pregame rally then a bonfire and had a great time meeting all the folks and getting excited about the game. The Saturday game was great and we headed to the frat house for a cookout before we moved inside for drinking and dancing. I explain to Elise that my job as chaperone was to make sure there was no underage drinking which meant I was to man the beer tap for the evening. I told her I expected her to dance and party with the rest of the crowd. Since guys outnumber girls I expected her to get a lot of attention especially since I had her leave her wedding ring at home and most folks were unaware she was my wife. I handed Elise a beer and sent her off with instructions to have fun. She stood out from the crowd, not so much because she was 8 years older than most of the other girls but because her tight red miniskirt and stretch white top were dressier and sexier than the blue jeans and T-shirt outfits of the other girls.