Wife must do whatever her husband wants.

Husband beats his wife at poker and she must do whatever he wants her to do, whenever he wants her to do it.

"Well, that's it. I win and you lose our little Nude Day bet," said Robert to his wife, Donna, with a big ear to ear grin. "Better luck next time, when we make another bet on Labor Day," he said with a laugh.

The couple made a New Year's resolution to make bets on each holiday. Nothing illegal or too embarrassing, the winner had the loser step out of their comfort zone and do something they wouldn't ordinarily do. Donna won the Memorial Day bet and had Robert dress as a woman to do the food shopping. Her plan was to have him see what it was like to food shop wearing woman's clothes but, Robert as tall as he is wide, looked hideous dressed as a woman.

With his beard, mustache, and hairy legs, everyone could clearly see that he was a man dressed as a woman. They all avoided his aisle, as if he had the plague. She won the Valentine's Day bet too and for winning, Robert had to wait on her hand and foot, draw her bath, give her a massage, clean the house, and even make dinner. Then, she won their Saint Patrick's Day bet and had to agree having her ailing mother stay with them for a week, while she recovered from minor surgery. Fearing what she'd have him do next, even if he had to cheat to win, which is what he did with the Nude Day bet, he was determined that he wasn't losing another bet to her.

"I don't believe it," she said crestfallen and still staring at her held cards. "I thought I had you with a straight, for sure," she said looking up at him sad eyed and biting her lip. "I really thought I was going to win. I can't believe I lost. I figured you were bluffing. I figured you for having two pair."

"Sorry, but my three of a kind beats your straight, honey," he said with a straight face already imaging his blonde bombshell of a wife serving his poker buddies drinks and snacks naked.

It made his cock hard to imagine the guys seeing her naked. He imagined them reaching up and fondling her tits and fingering her nipples, before reaching around behind her to feel her round ass, while he videotaped the whole show to jerk off to later. He was hoping she'd take the naked opportunity to stroke his friends cocks, while they played cards. He was hoping she'd give one of his best buddies a blowjob, while he watched and recorded all the action to videotape. Baby steps and one step at a time, winning this poker bet was just the beginning and the thing he needed to get her on the road to the swinging lifestyle.

"Are you sure I lost that hand? I thought it was the other way around. I thought a straight beat three of a kind," she said staring at him, as if trying to read him.

She was good at reading him. She was good at playing cards. Playing poker with him was like taking candy from a baby. He had so many tells. His eyebrows popped up, when he got the cards he wanted and he took a nervous sip of his beer, when he didn't. He licked his lips, when he had a really good hand and squirmed in his seat, when he didn't. She could read him like a book. As if his cards and his bluff were going to explode in his face, he always leaned back in his chair, when he was bluffing and leaned forward in readiness to scoop the pot, when he wasn't. For sure, he was an easy read.

"Sorry, honey, don't be a sore loser, but you lose," he said imagining his drunken poker buddies groping his naked wife, whenever she came to the table with their drink orders, while he videotaped the hot action for pillow talk later that night.

"Are you sure your three of a kind beats my straight or are you cheating, again?"

She looked at him hard, in the way she does when trying to see if he was lying to her or teasing her about losing the hand. Only, this time, able to conceal the truth from her, he kept a straight face. Tired of losing at cards to her, he was determined to win the bet and have her do his bidding, this time.

"Honey, I love you. I'd never cheat you. There's an honor code, when playing poker, especially when playing with your wife over something, as serious as this Nude Day bet we made," he said laying it on thick, too thick. "Moreover, a man never cheats when playing against a woman, especially when playing cards with his wife. It's a guy thing," he said making it all up and embellishing it, as he went along.

In the way he was trying to jive her, he was acting, as if he had taken an oath of honor at some secret poker society ceremony, while wearing a robe emblazoned with a giant Bicycle card logo and a funny hat made from playing cards, before drinking copious amounts of alcohol and pigging out on fattening buffet food.

"Moreover, a man never cheats, when playing against a woman, my ass," she said putting a hand on her hip. "What kind of bullshit is that? How do you explain all those times we played strip poker, before we were married, and I always ended up naked? Tell me that, huh?"

"There's always exceptions to every rule, honey, you know that," he said with a nervous smile, while remembering how horny he made himself and his roommates by allowing them to play strip poker with her. Even back then, he cheated forcing her to lose and allowing his roommates to see his drunken girlfriend nearly naked.

"And what exception was that, back then, when I was sitting nearly naked in your college dormitory, in front of your three horny dorm mates, in nothing but my thong?"

Hoping to replay what happened in his dorm room, so long ago, with his horny roommates, he hoped to relive the experience of exposing his naked wife to his poker buddies, now, too.

"That was different, sweetheart."

"Different?" She shot him a look that warmed his cold beer. "Different how?"

"You were drunk, stoned out of your mind, actually, and weren't paying attention to playing your hand, as you should have. Since then, with the advent of the World Poker Tournaments and poker games played over the Internet, poker has become more than a game of chance. It has exploded into a serious game of skill. If you will, I dare say that it's become a gentlemen's and a ladies' game of chance."

"What crock of shit are you trying to serve me now, Robert?"

"I'm totally serious. There are formal rules now that, as players, we all must obey," he said nodding his head. "We have a code of fair play that we adhere to, whenever playing poker," he said with an expression of seriousness, "even when playing with our wives, especially when playing with our wives."

"And what happens if you don't follow these adhered to rules?"

"Well, even when playing against our wives, if you were to tell on me that I cheated, I could be banned for playing poker for life," he said taking a big sip of his beer and gulping hard, before wiping his brow and hoping she bought that line of shit.

"Bullshit! You're such a lousy liar, Robert. If poker is such a la de dah game, why was Wild Bill Hickok shot in the back, while playing poker," she said with sarcasm that was met by her husband's stiff demeanor. "I'm sorry, Robert, but cut the crap. Spare me the high moral standards that poker never had and still doesn't have. Poker is still a barroom bluffing and backroom brawling, street type of card game that is still played by hoodlums, thugs, cheats, and thieves. I apologize for accusing you of cheating, Robert, but I really thought, for sure, that a straight beat three of a kind," she persisted. "Are you sure that it doesn't?"

She looked at him with sad eyes, as if she was about to cry, but thinking of her serving his poker buddies naked, he stayed strong and resisted giving in to her.

"Donna, I'm not cheating you. I swear," he said holding up his hand, as if swearing on an imaginary stack of Bibles, while lying through his teeth and crossing his fingers behind his back.

After losing the last bet, he needed to win this bet. There was just no way that he was losing another bet to her.

"I don't know if I believe you."

"Call someone, if you don't believe me. Call your sister."

"My sister? My sister doesn't play poker, doesn't even know how to play the game, you know that. She wouldn't know a pair from a flush."

Suddenly the thought of playing strip poker with his drunken sister-in-law, Karen, became his new sexual fantasy. Maybe he could suggest that as his winning prize, but his wife would never go for that in a million years. She'd never agree to have him play strip poker with her sister and even if his wife agreed to it, his sexy sister-in-law would never agree to it.

Then, there's the matter of her husband, his brother-in-law, John. How would he feel about his wife having to strip naked, after losing at poker? Maybe the four of them could play. Yeah, sure, that would be fun. He hoped his brother-in-law would feel the same way that he felt, horny hot and sexually excited, at the thought of him seeing his wife naked, while he saw his sister-in-law naked.

Definitely, he wouldn't mind seeing his sister-in-law drunk and naked. That's one video he'd love to make. The only thing better than that is if he could play strip poker with his sister-in-law and his mother-in-law, Carol, at the same time. Having sex with his sister-in-law and/or mother-in-law has always been his favorite fantasy, when masturbating. The whole female family is hot. Wow, that would be so hot, a sexual fantasy come true playing strip poker with the whole family.

"Call your brother, Dave, then, if you don't believe me," he said knowing full well that her brother was unavailable.

"You know, as well as I do that my brother is at JFK airport ready to board a plane for Japan. Besides, even if I could reach him, I can't bother him over something as unimportant as this. He's too busy with his business affairs, I'd be embarrassed to disturb him with my poker bet nonsense. Besides, knowing the forever lawyer that he is, he'd ask about the bet and I'd be embarrassed to tell him."

"I know," said Robert sneakily removing her reading glasses from the table without her noticing and pocketing them, before standing and staring at the bookcase. "Where is it? What did I do with that book? Ah, there it is, Hoyle's Official Book Of Poker Rules," he said, while holding up the book to her and knowing full well that she couldn't read without her reading glasses. "This is the book of poker rules," he said holding it up, as if he was holding up a Bible.

Robert perused the pages pretending to look for and find the information that he needed to convince his wife that he won and she lost. Still vain enough not to let him know that she needed her newly purchased reading glasses to read, he knew his wife would trust him, believe him, and accept him at his word, especially after he espoused all the bullshit about there being an honor code and a code of fair play, when playing poker. He knew full well that, especially when playing poker with his wife or his hoped for imagined game of strip poker with his sister-in-law, and especially when playing strip poker with his mother-in-law that, when it came men to playing poker for clothes with women, that no code of fair play existed.

"Yep, just as I've always known, it states it right here. Three of a kind beats a straight. It's right there in black and white, Donna. See?" He pointed to the paragraph with his index finger and turned the book for her to see, while she pretended to read it.

"Yes, I can see that," she said squinting at the page, before turning away to absentmindedly look for her reading glasses.

"I'm sorry, babe," he said giving her a hug.

"No, that's okay, baby. There's nothing to be sorry about, Robert. It's right there in black and white in Hoyle's Official Book Of Poker Rules," she said with sadness. "You won fair and square. You won. You really won and I lost. I really lost. I can't believe you won and I lost, but you did," she said with a look of pained dejection. "I really thought I was going to win, which is why I raised the stakes and bet you, whatever you wanted."

"Oh, my God. I can't believe I won. I won! I won! I really won. I finally beat you. I'm so excited," he said basking in the glow of his victory of deceit and deception.

"So, what's your poison, big guy," she said looking at him, as if begging him for mercy. She looked at her husband with her sad, blue eyes and bit her lip, again, before putting her hands on her knees and leaning forward, as if awaiting to hear the judge hand down her sentence. With a look of determined resolve, ready to accept her punishment, she looked at him with sadness and resoluteness, prepared to accept her fate. "What will you have me do for losing the bet?"

"Oh, my God, this is so good," he said rubbing his hands together, as if he was a fly on a piece of food. "I've been waiting for this, ever since you made me dress up as a woman and do the food shopping, after you beat me at pool on Valentine's Day. Now, it's my turn to get even."

"Get even? You make it sound vindictive, Robert," she said sitting back on her hands, "as if I'm your enemy, instead of your wife, your lover, and your friend."

"Oh, don't give me that malarkey," he said pointing a finger of accusation at her. "Was I your husband, your lover, and your friend, when you had me dress up as a woman? I've never been as embarrassed."

"Don't," she said holding up her hand, while suppressing her laughter. "You're going to make me laugh, when I feel sick about losing this bet to you."

"Sorry, Donna, but I'm just happy that I don't have to do, whatever it is you'd have me do this time around," said Robert moving his head around, as if he were a bobble doll, "had I lost the bet and you won again."

"Actually, I had nothing sexual in mind. I was only thinking of having you do some household chores, things that I've been asking you to do for months, while naked, in honor of Nude Day," she said with a sexy laugh.

"Really? That could have been fun, especially if, while doing household chores naked, your mother, sister, or one of our female neighbors came to visit," he said suddenly with a pang of remorse for cheating her out of winning the bet and now thinking about confessing that he cheated, so that he could spend the day doing household chores naked with the hopes of exposing himself to her mother, her sister, and/or their female neighbors. "That would have been hot fun flashing them my cock on the pretense of celebrating Nude Day."

"Eww, Robert. Trust me, no one wants to see your fat body naked, not even me," she said making a sour face with a laugh, "unless we're in an unlit bedroom and have money falling out of your wazoo." She looked at him with disgust. "You'd really show my mother and my sister your cock?"

"Would I? Good God, yes, you know I would. It's every guys fantasy to flash as many female relatives as we can," he said with a perverted laugh. "It's something we dream of doing from the age of puberty, especially sister-in-laws and mother-in-laws."

"Eww, that's so gross. That's so nasty."

"Hey, I'm a guy and flashing is a guy thing. I'm not going apologize for being a horny guy."

"Now knowing that I stopped you from flashing your fat body to my Mom, my sister, and our neighbors, had I won the bet is some relief and I don't feel as bad about losing," she said with a sad little laugh.

"Well," said Robert taking a chance on verbalizing his latest fantasy, "with your mother and sister in mind, maybe as my prize for winning this bet, you can arrange for me to play strip poker with them."

"Strip poker with my sister and my mother? Are you crazy? Get your mind out of the gutter, Robert. My sister and mother would never agree to play strip poker, especially with the likes of you. They both hate you."

"Hate me? They do?" He looked at her stunned. "I thought they liked me, loved me, even," he said with an expression of hurt on his face. "I fixed your sister's car, twice, and I've helped your mother move things and carry things dozens of times."

"Maybe hate is too strong a word, but they never understood why I married you, when I had a long line of other suitors from which to chose, who had brighter futures than you and who looked better than you. One became a doctor and another a lawyer. If I had married one of them, I'd have it all today, a nice house, a new car, and pretty clothes. Suffice to say that they were disappointed in my choice. Yet, we don't pick who we fall in love with, shit happens," she said with a carefree laugh.

"So, now, I'm shit that happened," he said with an expression of anger and with a redness to his face that rose up from his collar.

"Sorry, nothing personal, I didn't mean that in the way it sounded," she said rubbing his knee.

"Gees, I didn't know they hated me," said Robert dejected.

"Sorry, but exposing your fat body to my relatives is an option that's not on the table, Robert," she said shaking her head side to side, as if sitting at a Blackjack table and the dealer asked her if she wanted another card to play.

"I suppose," said Robert looking at her with an expression of hopefulness, "having you expose your hot body to my fat relatives is off the table, too?"

"Eww. I'm not walking around naked in front of your fat brothers and your even fatter cousins. Gross, that's just too nasty for me to contemplate. Eww," she said again, this time shuddering, as if she had a giant cockroach just crawl on her.

"Well, that doesn't matter now, does it? If I don't get to play strip poker with your Mom and/or sister or if you don't agree to expose yourself to my male family members because, in the end, I won fair and square and I'll just pick something else for you to do."

"Yes you did win fair and square, but it was fun when I won and I had you dress as a woman?" She laughed, until there were tears in her eyes. "You made for such a horrible looking woman. You looked like Shrek in a dress," she said bursting out laughing.

"Have your little laugh, Donna. It's my turn, now, to laugh at you."

"Wait, no, actually, you looked worse than that. You looked like the school nurse I had in parochial school," she said laughing even louder and longer. "What was her name? Sister Harriet, yeah, that's what it was. We used to call her Sister Hairy because she had so much hair on her face and didn't shave her legs. Speaking of which, when you dressed as a woman, I figured you would have, at least, shaved your legs."

"I'm not shaving my legs for anyone, Donna. It was enough I wore a dress, makeup, a wig, and those damn queens size pantyhose. I don't know how you women do it."

"You could have shaved off your beard and mustache, too," she said laughing. "That would have helped, somewhat, to make you appear more feminine," she said laughing, again.

"I've had this facial hair for ten years," he said twirling his mustache between his fingers, as if he was a cad.

"Sister Harriet, never wore makeup, not even lipstick. She had a mustache, too. I think she was lesbian."

"Well, I can tell you that it wasn't fun for me. Especially after being stopped by that cop for speeding and he called for backup, just so the both of them could laugh at me for wearing a dress, makeup, and your mom's wig," said Robert looking at her with a pained expression, as if reliving the whole embarrassing experience.

"Stop it, Robert," said Donna laughing even harder. "My stomach is going to burst from laughing so hard. I only wish I could have been there to see the look on that cops face, after he pulled you over for speeding. At least, he only let you off with a warning."

"Talk about police brutality, I was humiliated, Donna, especially after they asked me to get out of the car and walk the line and stand on one leg in those too tight high heels, while reciting the alphabet backwards. I told them I had to dress like that because I lost a bet, but they didn't believe me. They thought I was one of those, you know, what do you call them?"
"Cross dressers?"

"Yeah."

"After what I innocently put your through, honey, I'm dreading what you'll have me do," she said with a pained expression, while wiping away tears from her eyes and still laughing. "I know," she said giving him a sexy look. "What if I just gave you a blowjob, two blowjobs, five blowjobs, even, one for each face card?" She reached her hand out and fondled his cock through his pants. "Wouldn't you love it, if I sucked your cock every day for five days?"

"Can I cum in your mouth?"

"Eww, gross," she said giving him a pained look. "Okay," she said making a face, as if just having sucked a lemon.

"Will you swallow?"

"Sure," she said with a shrug, "after drinking enough of that cheap wine you buy me, I can swallow anything, even you," she said with a laugh.

"That's funny, Donna," he said with disdain. "Yet, as much as I love your blowjobs, babe," he said pulling away from her touch and readjusting his growing erection, "winning this Nude Day poker bet is too big for just a couple of blowjobs, even five blowjobs isn't enough for what I have in mind. Let me think about it," he said with a vindictive expression on his face, while twirling his mustache, again, between his fingers in a villainous manner.

"Robert, I'm warning you right now, if you're thinking what I know you're thinking, I'm not serving drinks to your drunken friends topless at your next poker party and I'm not walking around naked at our next pool party. I'll not have your perverted friends disrespecting me by groping me, while you watch and videotape it all," she said staring at him.

"Don't be such a virgin, Donna. The guys don't mean anything by trying to touch you. They like you, is all, which is more than I can say about your mother and sister hating me."

"They don't hate you, Robert."

"You said they did."

"Besides, your friends don't like me. They don't even know me. They like my tits and my ass. It's bad enough they all leer at me now and try to rub their erections against me, while I'm getting them drinks in the kitchen. I can't even bend over in my own kitchen without someone humping me from behind, grabbing my ass, and trying to feel my tits. I can't imagined what they'd do, if I encouraged them by being around them topless, forget about being naked."

"It's no big deal, Donna. The guys just wanna have a little fun."

"Yeah, well, tell them to have fun with their wives. Okay?" She gave him a hard look. "Tell me, do you put them up to groping me? Do you tell them it's okay to fondle me?"

"No, I never told my friends it's okay to feel up my wife."

"Do you feel up their wives, when you go to their homes?"

"No, I don't do that," said Robert, while thinking of all his friends wives that he molested, while drunk.

"But you never told your friends that it's not okay to feel up your wife," said Donna and staring at him, as if they were still playing poker and she was trying to get a read on him.

"Stop changing the subject. A bet is a bet, Donna. You said that you'd do whatever I wanted you to do, whenever I wanted you to do it. "

"Yeah, well, let's have a reality check, Robert. I know your plan. After your poker buddies or your drunken, pool party friends see me naked and feel my ass, grope my tits, and maybe even finger my pussy, while forcing my hands down their pants or bathing suits and making me feel their cocks, you're hoping I'll give you hot pillow talk about which one of your friends I'd do," she said shooting him a look that heated his beer and shriveled his cock. "How am I doing so far? Is that the scenario?"

"Fuck yeah, Donna. It's as if you can read my mind," he said in his best Jack Nicholson impression.

"Let me tell you now, then, which one of your friends I have sex with," she said leaning back in her chair before leaning forward and exploding her words in his face, so much like projectile vomit. "None of them. All your friends are perverted losers and none of them will ever see me naked, never mind ever touch me. Eww," she said squirming in her chair and coiling up, as if she was a poisonous snake in readiness to strike. "It makes me want to vomit, just to think about having sex with any of them and to think that you encourage their inappropriate and bad behavior by not saying anything to them makes me so angry that I could slap you."

"Actually, I was more thinking about you giving one of them a blowjob, while I watched," he said with a nervous laugh, while putting his hands up to cover his face, in readiness for her slap.

"Eww, Robert, eww. I hope you're joking," she said looking at him, before leaning forward and punching him hard in the shoulder. Only, by the excited and perverted look on his face, it was obvious to her that he wasn't joking. "What is wrong with you? That's disgusting. That's just so nasty. Why you'd even suggest that, even joking around, it's so wrong on so many different levels? I'm your wife. Have you so little respect for me that you'd have your friends sexually abuse and assault me?"

"Hey, you said, when you raised the stakes, that the bet was for anything I wanted."

"Within reason, Robert, within reason. I'm not a whore and in the way you treat me, I'd think less of you by how you thought of me, if you didn't treat me with respect and with love by making me someone else's whore. Is that what you want, Robert? You want to watch me being gangbanged? You want to watch me on my knees with your friends positioned all around me, in a circle jerk, while I suck cock after cock, before they strip me naked and fuck me orally, vaginally, and anally?"

"Gees, Donna, if you put it that way, you being gangbanged, sucking everyone's cock, before being stripped naked and being fucked orally, vaginally, and anally is so hot that--"

"Fuck you, Robert. In case you forgot, I'm your wife, asshole. I'm no man's slut, not even yours. I want to be treated with respect. I'm the mother of your children, after all. Me having sex with anyone but you, while I'm married to you, will never happen," she said punctuating her words with sharp fingernail jabs to his flabby stomach. "Now that I know what you're really thinking, having sex with you may not happen either."

"Yeah, well, you should have thought about that before you made a cross dresser out of me, had me clean the whole house, wait on your hand and foot, and even make dinner, before you bet the farm on that last hand, while hoping you'd win and have me do something stupid. Where was your respect for me, then, your husband and the father of your children, when you had me leave the house and go out in public wearing a dress and a wig?"

"Don't be such a baby. It was funny to see you dressed as a woman, not that you looked anything like a woman. You walked more like a long distance trucker, after having driven ten hours," she said with a loud, long laugh. "Besides, you cleaning the house, pampering me, and making dinner is not nearly the same, as what you have in your dirty mind for me to do. If I agreed to it, you'd have your friends have their perverted way with me, while you videotaped it and posted it to the Internet, wouldn't you? You'd have them strip me naked, tie me to the bed, and blindfold me, wouldn't you?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Donna, I'd only post the video on the Internet if you were agreeable to having me do that, sweetheart," said Robert with a sexy and hopeful grin on his face, while thinking of his wife having sex with five of his friends, as he videotaped her with them. "Wow, that would be amazing though, wouldn't it, Donna, you tied to the bed naked and blindfolded?"

"Eww. That's so disgusting. You're so disgusting. Fuck you, Robert. Fuck you," she said jabbing her finger in his chest and turning it, as if it was a knife. "In your dreams, fat man. Me having sex with your friends will never happen. You'd have to drug me for me to do that."

"Drug you? I can do that," said Robert with a sick look on his face.

"Don't you dare. I'd divorce you, if you did."

"Okay, okay, I won't. I'm just kidding," he said looking at her, while lingering onto the fantasy of his friends fucking his wife, gangbanging her, and his wife blowing all of his friends, while he videotaped the entire affair, before the fantasy evaporated with her angered disinterest.

"Kidding my ass. You'd be on the phone calling your friends right now, if I said I'd fuck and suck your buddies."

"So, you're reneging on our bet. You're a welcher. Is that it? After I won the bet fair and square, after I honored your winning bets by dressing as a woman, cleaned the whole house, gave you a day of pampering, and even cooked dinner, you're not going to give me the same courtesy by doing whatever it is that I want you to do?"

"I'm not reneging, Robert, and I'm not a welcher. I plan on honoring the bet, but I have my limits," she said giving him a sympathetic but a staunch and steadfast look that wives routinely give their husbands, whenever hoping to get their way. "What I won't do is to serve your poker buddies drinks topless, walk around naked at the next pool party, and have sex with any of your loser friends, while you videotape the action," she said giving him a determined look. "I'll tell you what I will do, though."

"What's that? Wait, I know. What if you wore something sexy and flashed them up skirt views of your panties and down blouse views of your bra and cleavage. Huh? What if you did that? Albeit a bit mild in comparison to what I hoped you'd do, that would still be hot, really hot."

"Eww. In your dreams, Robert. How about, instead, as my punishment for losing at poker, you had me dress as a man. Huh? Wouldn't that be fair? Wouldn't that be fun? Since I had you dress as a woman and as my punishment, I'll dress up as a man. Wouldn't that be funny? You can even videotape it and I'll even throw in a blowjob for you later, too."

"Dress as a man? What the Hell kind of reward for winning a bet is that? You dress like a man, now," he said with a laugh.

"I do not dress like a man," she said looking down at herself dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a tee shirt. "What the Hell are you talking about?"

"All you wear are jeans and tee shirts in the warm season, sweatshirt in the cold season, and sneakers all year round. Guy clothes. You wear guy clothes. You do too, dress like a man. All you need to wear is a baseball cap and except for your big tits and shapely ass, you'd pass as a man."

"Fuck you, Robert. What do you expect me to wear around the house? Should I dress like June Cleaver, Beaver's mother? Do you expect me to wear a dress, pearls, and high heels, while cleaning the house, taking care of the kids, and making your supper, like Harriet Nelson on Ozzie and Nelson? Or should I wear those fluffy dresses like Lucille ball wore on I Love Lucy. Or, I know, would you like me to wear white gloves, as did Donna Reed in the Donna Reed Show."

"Who? June Cleaver? Harriet Nelson? Lucy who? Donna Reed? While I'm working long hours to support you and the kids, I think you watch way too much television. What are those actresses from the 50's and 60's?" He looked at her with a sexy smile. "Now the white gloves would be hot. I wouldn't mind you giving me a hand job, while wearing white gloves," he said with perverted look on his face.

"Never mind," biting her lip again and looking as if she was dreading her punishment.

"Now that you mention it, it would be nice to see you looking more presentable with your hair done, with you wearing makeup, and wearing something sexy, instead of jeans, sweatshirts, tee shirts, and sneakers."

"Yeah, well, maybe I'd dress that way, if you made more money, so that I had more time to take care of myself. There's only so much time in my day, when I have to work outside the house, while caring for this house, for the children, and for you. I pay all the bills and drive the kids to all their sports and doctor appointments, while you sit at home surfing the web for porn and drinking beer."

"That's not true."

"What's not true?"

"In case I spill it on the keyboard, I never drink beer while I'm on the computer."

"You're an asshole, Robert."

"Here we go. It's all about money, isn't it? I figured as much. I was waiting for you to bring up the money issue, as a misdirection, so you wouldn't have to honor our Nude Day bet."

"I told you, Robert. I have every intention of honoring our Nude Day bet," she said staring back his frustration. "I know what could be my punishment."

"What?"

"You can force me to go out and buy a new outfit, something sexy and new shoes. Then, as part of my losing bet, you can order me to have my hair and makeup done. You can even make me have a massage against my will, by that new Brazilian guy they have at the salon, Paolo. I can tell you later about how he massaged my naked ass cheeks."

"How is that punishment? Me having to buy you a new outfit and shoes, while you have your hair and makeup done, after getting a massage from some horny Brazilian dude named Pedro or whatever the Hell his name is?"

"It was just a suggestion, Robert," she said with a laugh. "You're the one who said that I dress like a man. It's a way for me to look more like the woman you want me to, obviously, look like. I give up," she said throwing her hands up in the air. "I don't know what you want or expect me to do. I guess you're just not satisfied with me."

"Okay, stop. I don't want this to turn into us having an argument," said Robert, while undressing her with his eyes and looking at her, as if she was already naked. "What if, as your punishment for losing the poker bet, I posted those nude photos of you on the internet, the ones that I took of you at the hotel?"

"Robert, don't you dare! Those are personal pictures, taken just for your eyes," she said looking at him. "Tell me you haven't shown them to anyone."

"No, I haven't shown them to anyone," he said avoiding her eye contact and knowing full well that he showed her naked photos to his poker buddies and a couple of co-workers.

"I'd be so embarrassed, mortified, if anyone saw those pictures of me, but you."

"I'll tell you what, since Wednesday, July 14th, is National Nude Day, what if..."

"What if, what?"

"What if for winning the bet you agreed to stay naked the entire day."

"Be serious, Robert. I can't walk around naked in front of the children," she said.

"We'll drop that kids off at your mother's for the day."

"Really? That will work. Okay, sure, no problem. I can do that, a day without children, even if I do have to walk around naked the whole day," she said with a laugh. "Yeah, that would be like a vacation for me, instead of a punishment. What the Hell, I'll even give you a blowjob, too."

"Great, it's all set then. We'll go for a drive, maybe walk around the neighborhood, visit some friends, and then I'll--"

"Oh, no, sorry, Robert, but you made your condition of my losing bet and I already agreed to it."

"What do you mean?"

"You said that all I had to do was to stay naked the whole day. You didn't say anything about me leaving the house to go outside."

"You're right. That's what I get for making a bet with a legal secretary," he said looking at her, as if he was making a plea bargain against a prosecuting attorney. "But, if anyone comes to the door, you have to open it."

"Okay," she said with a laugh knowing full well that they lived at the end of a cul-de-sac in an out of the way neighborhood. No one ever came to see them, unless invited, but Robert had a plan.

One by horny one, he called his four poker friends. He called his two fat brothers and he called his two fatter cousins. He called for pizza delivery and Chinese food delivery. He called the alarm guy, the lawn care guy, the cable guy, the gutter repairman, and the house painter to give him a quote. He called every man he could think of to converge on his house to see his wife naked.

He videotaped all the action with cameras hidden all over the house in strategic places. He had one pinhole camera facing the front door to capture anyone standing by the front door, one across the way on an interior wall to capture someone walking from the front door into the house, two in the living room, two more in the bedroom, and a final one in the bathroom. Pretty much, wherever she was naked, he'd have a shot of her.

Finally, it was Nude Day and with the kids at her mother's house, just as Robert had wanted, as his reward for winning the bet, she didn't bother getting dressed, after showering. She was naked and planned on spending the day naked, even though Robert wasn't even there; he was working. She sat with her coffee to relax, when the phone rang.

Who the Hell would call me at this hour, she thought, as she picked up the phone.

"Hello? Dave! How are you? Where are you?"

"I'm in Japan and I just wanted to let you and everyone know that I arrived safe."

"How was your flight?"

"Long, very long, but the service is great, nothing like the American planes. We were served a full meal with real linen napkins, along with a snack later. We watched a free movie and were even given blankets and a pillow at no charge. Oh, before I forget, I received a letter from the IRS. Robert's deduction for a dozen pinhole cameras that he bought was denied as a business expense."

"Pinhole cameras? What's that?"

"Oh, they're cameras that are so small that they can be hidden anywhere and everywhere. He said he needed them for his job to help him catch a thief at work."

"Really," said Donna looking more closely around the house and suddenly suspecting that she was being watched.

"I was surprised to catch you home, actually, Donna. You're never home. You're always driving the kids somewhere for sports or doctor's appointments."

"I have a day off from the kids. Long story short," she said with a laugh. "I'm sitting here naked for Nude Day, after losing a poker bet to Robert. He had three of a kind and I had a straight, so--"

"You mean, you had three of a kind and he had the straight."

"No, he had three of a kind and I had the straight."

"He cheated you, Donna. A straight beats three of a kind."

"But he showed me the rules in the official Hoyle's Poker rule book."

"Did you actually read the rule? Were you wearing your reading glasses?"

"That bastard. Listen, Dave, I gotta go. I'll give you a call later. Have a good time in Japan."

"Bye baby sister. Oh, and be careful of those pinhole cameras. With you sitting there naked, I wouldn't put it past him that Big Brother, in this case, Fat Robert is watching you."

"Thanks, Dave. Bye."

Now paranoid and certain that her pervert of a husband had cameras hidden all over the house spying on her, Donna slowly walked around the living room paying more attention to anywhere Robert could have hidden a camera.

"There's one in the flower pot on the coffee table," she said, "and another in the clock on the wall facing the door." Looking high and low, she walked around her own house, as if on a naked Easter egg hunt.

"There's one in the corner on the plate rail facing inside the house." Then, she looked in the bathroom and spotting one in the ceiling fan that looked down into the shower. "That fucking pervert has been recording me and watching me. I wouldn't put it past him, if he posted this video on the Internet as live feed."

Then, she looked in the bedroom. Sure enough, she found two more, one on her bureau in the radio and another in her stuffed animal that's always on her bed.

"This asshole has been spying on me, videotaping me for God knows how long.

"Two can play this game," she said. "I'll give him something to see, but what?"

She's never been unfaithful to him. About to stare in the camera to give him a piece of her mind, she was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Ding dong."
She looked out her living room window to see who was at her door and it was a house painting truck.

"So that's his plan. Knowing that I agreed to open the door, he must have called this guy to give us a quote to paint the house. I'll fix him."

Donna opened the front door naked.

"Hi, may I help you?"

"Well, hello, uhm, your husband called me, uhm, sorry, I forgot was I was about to say, oh yeah, about quoting him a price to paint the house," he said staring at her, ogling her, actually, and getting a good look at her naked body.

"You're hired. I don't care what it cost," she said with the wave of her hand. "Just paint the damn house," she said closing the door in his face.

"Okay, thank you. Wait. Hello? What color?"

She opened the door again and stood on the doorstep with her hand on her hip.

"How long have you been a house painter?"

"Twenty years."

"Then, I trust your judgment. Pick a color, buy the paint, and start painting. Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, as she closed the door again.

Only, just as she closed the door, there was someone else there.

"Ding dong."

"Hi, may I help you," she said, as soon as she opened the door, while standing there naked.

"Oh, sorry, to bother you. Did I get you out of the shower?"

"No, I'm celebrating Nude Day," she said shooting him a hard look, while he stared at her nakedness. "What do you want?"

"You're husband called us for a quote to clean the gutters and--"

"You're hired. Start cleaning, before the painter starts painting," she said slamming the door in his face, too.

"Okay," he said taking one last long look at her, before she slammed shut the door and before he turned to his truck to get his ladder.

"Ding dong."

She opened the door this time without even looking. It was Robert's two fat brothers, Tony and Don, and his two even fatter cousins, Jim and Bill.

"Hi, boys," she said standing there naked with the door wide open, while giving them all what they were here and hoping to see. "Did Robert put you up to this?"

"Yes," they all said together, as if they were all in grammar school and asked a question by a teacher.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes," they all said again together.

"Well, go ahead, feel what you want to feel, before I kick you all out."

With hands feeling, groping, and touching her everywhere, his two brothers and two cousins felt her tits, fingered her nipples, caressed her ass, and fingered her pussy. Then, just as they started to push her back in the house, hoping for, wanting, and expecting more, she slammed the door shut on them.

"Ding dong."

She opened the door to a pizza delivery driver.

"It's a little early for pizza," she said with her hand on her hip, while giving the delivery guy a good look at her goods, "isn't it?"

"Soda," he said handing her a bottle of soda.

"Here you go," she said grabbing her purse, reaching inside, and handing him two dollars.

Not even removing his stare from her to accept the money in his hand, she tossed the money at him, when he didn't take it, and slammed shut the door.

Again, as soon as she closed the door, there was someone else there, Fedex, Chinese food delivery, alarm guy, lawn care man, and cable repairman. Over and again, she opened the door to them all. Over and again, she made sure they all had a good look of her naked body, while she stood in the sightline of the pinhole camera.

"Ding dong."

Again, she opened the door without even looking and there stood Robert's four poker friends.

"Well, don't just stand there. Come in," she said closing the door behind her. "Do you like what you see," she asked.

"Yes," they all answered in unison.

"Don't be shy. You can touch," she said and with that, there was a frenzy of hands touching her everywhere, all over her naked body. "Wait," she said stepping back. "Show me what you got. Take them out. Lemme see your cocks."

One by one, all four men unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped their pants. Allowing their pants to collect around their ankles, they dropped their underwear. Donna fell to her knees and one by one, she reached out and stroked one man, while taking another man's cock in her mouth. One by one, she blew one at time allowing him to cum in her mouth. One by one, each man shot his load in her mouth and she swallowed all that he had to give.

Then, she herded them all into the bedroom, where they stripped naked and fucked her vaginally and anally. It was a real gangbang, a real orgy, a fuck fest and it was all caught on camera. After the men were sated, after the men were gone, she got dressed finally and made a call to the locksmith and had the locks changed.

Willing to blackmail every man, who touched her and who had sex with her, ready to tell their wives, and send them a copy of the video, she got what she wanted from her husband. Now finally divorced from her pervert of a husband, getting the house, the cars, the children, and child support, she lives happily ever after with her new husband, the house painter. She doesn't celebrate Nude Day anymore.