Naked Proposal

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Ambitious exec wagers wife to go nude for board position.
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Updated 10/19/2022
Created 10/12/2005
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"You have to be joking!"

"No, I'm deadly serious," came her husband's calm reply.

"You want me to serve your guests dinner but to be completely naked?" she asked incredulously. "I would not do that for a million pounds sterling!"

"We'll see," he said simply.

There was silence. Their daughter, Yvette, sat quietly between them thinking that if she was given a million she'd lie on the table butt naked and they could eat off her breasts and cunt. She still had fond memories of the illicit session she had recently with her best friend when they found a half-full champagne bottle after one of her parent's parties. Her panties became wet just visualising it one more time; something that happened more and more regularly as she explored her bi side with Su Yin Liu, now the forbidden lust of her life.

If only her mother hadn't come in as they made love for the umpteenth time. She had screamed that she was a raving lesbian and should be horse-whipped for such depravity. Too late, she had thought at the time, as she had already tried whipping and paddles and the bare hand which had been administered by one of her many boyfriends.

"I'm not a lesbian!" she had shouted back at the time, slurring slightly but sobering up rapidly with the shock of being found out breaking through the alcohol. "Su's is the first pussy I've ever licked but it was wonderful. You should try it. You are so up your own arse!" She had added, with intense venom but also a great deal of honesty. She loved her mother but she was such a prude, or at least that is what she wanted her daughter and husband to think. "Why don't you get on the internet and find out about real sex, exciting sex, with lots of different people and both sexes?" she had asked, offering it like a piece of advice, as if she was suddenly her mother's agony aunt. "I'll give you some sites to try where you can learn something and get off on the fit men and women," she continued, not letting up on her mix of insult and counsel. Attack was always Yvette's first line of defence so blending it with genuine suggestions was new to both parties.

"Mum, you are such a prude," she said, filling the silence that had hung in the air for what seemed like hours. "Clearly you did not listen to my advice."

Her mother, Chloe, pushed her hands back through her long blonde hair and gave Yvette a scowl that not only meant 'shut up' but also, 'don't tell your father what we have been talking about or what I caught you doing." That beautiful face, with its fine bone china cheekbones, was anything but attractive at that moment.

"Oh come on mum, if you were given a million pounds by dad you'd go naked and probably shave your pussy as well!"

Tom started laughing, then stopped himself, realising he should not be. He loved his daughter's direct ways, so much like himself, but then he caught that famous disapproving look from his wife and tried to force a scowl, coughing and clearing his throat. My God though, he thought, his wife was so beautiful and if she could fulfil the work bet that his Chairman had pronounced in one of his increasingly more crazy moods, then he would be on the board and that lecherous fucker would have to hand over the million he promised. Those were the two parts of the wager: money and a board position, something Tom had not got of either.

"Yvette!" her mum cried, "I would not go naked for a million, nor would I do that...that other thing you mentioned."

"God you are such a c.... oh, you know what I mean!"

She avoided using the 'C' word, though her daughter one night had by chance heard Chloe use it when in the bathroom with her dad and they were clearly indulging in some sex play. She'd listened at the door, smiling to hear them being so intimate. So different from the coy madam who chastised her for every little word she used that might imply s-e-x, every short skirt she wore to college and every top that showed even a centimetre of cleavage. Yes, her mother was a closet whore and a public saint. She was not sure if she really had been disgusted by her daughter's bisexuality for all the extreme response at the time. So, Yvette's aim ever since had been to be more explicit, tease her with information about some of the best and most erotic sites, dress as provocatively as she could and use as many taboo words as she could fit into her discussions.

"What a shame," said Tom after another long silence. Then, as if cottoning on to his daughter's undeclared strategy he went for it. "You have the cutest arse of any of the wives, the most pert breasts and yet at 39 you are the oldest. Even though you had Yvette at 19 years old, you have no sags, stretchmarks or varicose veins and yes, a pussy to admire. I'd be proud if you went nude in front of anyone. Even more so if you shaved down there!"

"D-darling!"

She was flabbergasted. He had never spoken that way, especially in front of Yvette. Yet, between her legs and elsewhere on her body she was excited by what and how he was saying it, so manly and coarse, and yes, she liked the prospect of having a smooth pussy devoid of that annoying pubic hair. Her strict upbringing meant she was unable to express what she really felt or wanted. Intense guilt accompanied any pleasure and her mind recalled the harsh beatings she had received from her parents for showing any flesh, saying even the most mild curse or being caught kissing a boy.

Yvette had noticed the hardening nipples below her mother's starched white blouse and classy bra. She couldn't help but stare, smiling with sudden lust, now she knew how wonderful it was to hold another woman's nipples in her own mouth. Her mother caught her looking and crossed her arms, though this only served to increase her own arousal as the pressure felt intensely erotic. Chloe was caught whichever way she went, by her own desires and by her daughter's stare. Her decision was swift. She forced herself to put her hands by her sides and not hide herself, secretly hoping Tom would notice.

He had, but what he did next was less than secret.

"See, even if your parents tried to beat the sexuality out of you, your tits are saying something much more revealing," he said quietly but with obvious lust.

"Tom!" cried Chloe, almost losing her bravado, but then she moved closer to him, standing at his side. She wanted him to touch her, right then and there. The light touch on her still pert bottom pleased her and she realised she was not embarrassed that he had done this, for the first time in all their years of marriage, in front of someone else. It did not matter it was their daughter; this was a giant leap for there to be any public show of affection at all. Tom had often chastised her for being so staid in company, but all she ever remembered if he tried to kiss or touch her (apart from holding hands) was her father laying into her for kissing a boy in the park. Now, with all the sexual suggestions openly discussed, she was letting him not only touch but squeeze. Yes, she thought, this is daring and exciting.

Yvette had noticed and was giving her a look of such love. Her smile was radiant and she was encouraging it, watching her mother's soft skin take on a glow of part-embarrassment that she was controlling and part-pleasure.

"Well, I better get off to college," Yvette said, recognising that here was a moment that did not need her company. "See you both later tonight," she said, cheerily, and then she had the inspiration of the moment. "Mum," she hesitated, swallowed but then asked, "Can I bring Su here for dinner tomorrow night? I know we got off on the wrong foot with you but can I bring her, please?"

"Yes," Chloe replied, as if in a dream. Tom had insinuated a finger between the pleats of her plain black skirt and was discretely teasing apart her buttocks. If he had remembered the mirror behind them he might have been more careful, but Yvette made no comment as she left other than to say...

"Oh, thanks mum, you are wonderful!"

She closed the house door behind her, again smiling at some of the sudden changes that had happened since Tom had suggested Chloe go publicly nude.

Tom was two hours late for work that morning.

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When she got up off their bed, the room thick with the aroma of sex, Chloe suddenly remembered she had her coffee circle arriving in an hour. There she was, naked and unwashed, with a house to clean from top to bottom. So she opened her wardrobe to find her housecoat and then stopped. She closed the door to the cupboard, thinking about the conversation that morning.

"No, I'll try going naked. It can't be wrong, being by myself," she said aloud.

She walked downstairs to the kitchen and opened her tall cleaning cupboard, taking out all the usual paraphernalia, and then carried them upstairs to the bedrooms.

Chloe found she liked the sensation of leaning over the beds as she put on new sheets and duvets. Her large, pendulous breasts swayed as she worked. It was erotic and she found herself touching the nipples occasionally and reaching between her legs to test the wetness that reminded her of the passionate love-making she had only recently had. She could not help lying on Yvette's newly made bed, where images of the two girls making love flashed into her brain. Her fingers delved between her sex lips, mimicking what Su had been doing to her only daughter. Why had she been so shocked and screamed such awful things, she wondered? She had been at that door for over ten minutes before allowing her prudish side to win; and so dramatically too. Her own orgasm was noisy and oh, so pleasurable.

After a short rest she cleaned the toilets and showers, imagining herself being forced by unseen men and women to do this duty. Where had this idea come from? Suddenly she was craving to be commanded, humiliated, naked and vulnerable. It drove her on to clean everything to perfection as if, should she fail, Tom might spank her. At this moment she wanted it, wanted his firm hand on her bare buttocks. Just like her father had done but this time with love, not venom.

She had thirty minutes left before 'the gang' as she called them arrived. The living room she decided to leave until last, focusing on the cloakroom and the kitchen. The cinema room (film was her husband's passion) and dining room she had done the day before, though she reflected that the chore had not been as much fun as this.

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Dianne rolled up to the big house, always finding the drive up the tree-lined grounds beautiful. She envied Chloe's lifestyle, always doing well since leaving college and married to Tom, a good-looking and adventurous man whom she was surprised to see so happy and settled in a domestic routine. The biggest surprise had not been him getting married when they were still in college, but that he had chosen such a prude as Chloe, though there was no denying the woman as a beauty. She had those large, but never saggy-looking, breasts that every woman in the Circle wanted but would only get with implants. She also had a trim body, with buttocks men would want to kiss or spank all night, and the most perfect hair. Worse, the bitch never worked out, only using regular swimming as her exercise, when all the rest of the group spent seven days a week just to defy gravity and keep down the weight.

She rang the bell, realising she was uncharacteristically early, but could not get a reply. So she walked around to the side, hoping that the pool man had forgotten to lock the side gate, something that Chloe complained bitterly about because the hunky Mexican always forgot. She was in luck.

Dianne approached the glass kitchen doors, past the large pool with its crawler lanes and fun side that the ladies liked to mess about in. Only Chloe would swim endlessly up and down as the others chatted and bitched.

She stopped dead in her tracks. There, in front of Dianne was the full, unmistakably female shape of an arse and not any bottom, but Chloe's naked one. She was rooted to the spot, watching her friend clean the kitchen floor on hands and knees, wearing only knee-pads and using a large cloth and spray cleaner. She stared between her legs at the blonde pubic hair as neatly trimmed as their lawns. There was unmistakably glistening juice covering the exposed slit. She was also able to admire the secret place where she was sure, unlike her Andrew did to Dianne, Tom's cock had never ventured.

Dianne found herself acting like some spy in a 'B'-movie, secreting herself to the side of one of the doors and peeked in. She was aroused by seeing her friend naked, as well as jealous of the breasts and curves Chloe possessed. Between her legs the g-string panties Dianne had chosen were inadequate to cope with the flood of juice that gushed into her crotch. She felt guilty to spy but curious in a way she had never known. Yes, she had had fantasies, but this was reality. This was the actual full-grown, adult woman, available for her to admire, the inaccessible Chloe. She felt excited, her head filled with relived elements of her fantasy. All had featured this prudish woman, probably because she had seemed inaccessible, but now?

When her Circle's hostess moved to the lounge, she followed, creeping low along the wall until she could peer around the patio doors into the vast room. Yes, Tom had done well in his work and Chloe from her portfolio of shares and inheritance, so nothing was spared in terms of the house, yet no maid was employed, no gardener, only the pool man and that was it. So, there was Chloe, breasts swinging exotically, hoovering the large carpet that covered an American White Oak floor that they revealed only when having parties. On those occasions Chloe played the consummate host, always immaculately dressed, never a hair out of place. Dianne smiled, here now was the naked Chloe, the vulnerable, exposed and possibly corruptible Chloe. Should she try, she wondered?

She opened the patio door, creeping up to Chloe who now was focused on polishing a large coffee table.

"Hello Chloe," she said quietly and with unmistakeable lust in her voice.

Chloe spun, shocked and unsure what to do. She stood rooted to the spot, cloth in one hand, spray in the other, but essentially fighting to stay as dignified as a naked woman might. She could not help but feel Dianne's eyes roaming her body and noticed how long they fixed on her breasts and then her pubis.

"Uh, hello, excuse my lack of clothing," she said, suddenly feeling giggly and naughty rather than ashamed, "I forgot about the coffee circle and dashed out of the shower and..."

Then it happened. She just stood there laughing, letting Dianne approach, put her arms around her and kiss. It was a short, but extraordinary kiss. Dianne had planted it hard on her lips, slipping her tongue momentarily into her hostess's mouth, then stepped back from their intimate embrace to say, "Morning, you look lovely."

"Thank you," Chloe replied, legs now like jelly and still unable to move, though the new tingling between her thighs suggested she liked what had just happened. "Would you like a tea?" she asked, almost incongruously. "I'll make you one then go and dress."

Dianne was standing, silently staring blatantly at Chloe's body.

"No need to dress for me. No keep going with the chores. I'd prefer to watch if you don't mind. You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she replied, simply, and then proceeded to continue hoovering as if Dianne's statement had been an order.

She found she liked being watched, even by someone who had just shocked her with what was clearly signs of bisexuality, possibly lesbianism, she was unsure. In fact she was uncertain of most things this morning, from the strange suggestion of Tom's, through the behaviour of her daughter, to the naked hoovering and the discovery that a woman's lips on her own was not bad after all. In fact, so many things she had had beaten out of her as sinful now seemed deliciously attractive.

When she had finished, she looked at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Dianne was sitting on the sofa, her legs drawn up to her chin, delicate feet planted apart and bare. Chloe could not help notice the patch of wetness between her friend's thighs seeping through the gusset of the miniscule panties and the multitude of hairs that sprouted around the cotton patch. She pointed directly at Dianne's crotch.

"They'll be here in about 5 minutes. Come upstairs. I have some knickers that should replace those comfortably. I don't wear g-strings though." She giggled, adding conspiratorially, "but I do like to go without completely in summer. My one vice."

Dianne smiled, and followed Chloe to her room, admiring the sway of her friend's hips and the line of her back. Her fantasy promised to become reality, she hoped.

They entered Chloe's bedroom, its walls austere and white but with a super king size brass bed that was laid with rich red satin sheets and pillows. It had just a hint of naughtiness; giving clues to how deep this prudish exterior really went; which was not far at all in Dianne's estimation.

"Here, try these," offered Chloe, who had gone to a cupboard where one four-drawer unit was filled with a variety of panties. "Of course, you could go without," she heard herself say, again feeling the wetness grow between her legs.

"Yes, I think you are right, I will." And with this Dianne lifted her skirt right up, then slid the soaking garment off her body and stepped out of them.

Neither bothered to pick them up, but Chloe sighed. She didn't mean to, but suddenly she wanted to be on her knees buried between Dianne's thighs. Where did that thought come from? Things were moving so fast. Could she do it right now? No, though in her head she said, 'not yet, but soon'.

"Right, I better go get the food. I'll slip this housecoat on."

Dianne noticed that Chloe had not bothered with panties either, though she did put on a black satin housecoat that must have been from a designer it was so well cut and figure hugging. So, as her hostess walked downstairs, Dianne freshened up, taking in all the hints that maybe Chloe was less prudish than her external image might project.

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The coffee morning initially seemed to drag on that morning, with Dianne and Chloe both distracted not only by the brief but intimate time they had spent together but also because Dianne was deliberately exposing her sex to her friend at every opportunity. That was until Davinia Waxenby noticed Dianne's lack of underthings.

"Dianne!" she whispered, as she brought across a plate of chocolate biscuits to her long time friend from the Girl's High, "You are showing your naked cunt, dear. Tut, tut, you have not changed," she added with a wink.

"What are you whispering for Davinia? We're all women here or at least when I last looked," she said, laughing at her own witticism. "Yes, I'm without panties. I did it at Chloe's suggestion actually as I was so wet from watching her hoovering in the nude."

"Hoovering in the nude?" the rest of the circle asked in unison. They were all sitting on the edge of their seats looking first at Chloe, then at Dianne, then back. Chloe noticed that three of the women looked physically flushed and two, Lara Banks-Morris and Edith DeCaune, were taking darting looks between Dianne's now blatantly split thighs. She knew her friend was testing the reaction and yes, she was getting the response. Again, surprisingly, Chloe did not feel at all embarrassed. She welcomed the attention and the notoriety that it gave; more so she enjoyed the sexual thrill sharing the secret generated in the group.

"I always vacuum in the nude," said Lara, her English accent making this declaration somehow even more arousing for the group. Dianne felt Lara's bright blue eyes boring down onto her open cunt and then she locked onto them as they roamed up to her face. She wanted her and knew from the extensive stare back that she would not receive a 'no'.