2 comments/ 196326 views/ 12 favorites You Lose. Now... Ch. 01 By: glendale22 "You lose. Now take off all of your clothes." Although I had heard this command several times, I never got used to the uneasy feeling it caused. At first, the consequences were actually kind of fun, but what began with my tendency to bet on my old college team eventually led to more and more embarrassing situations. It started when I was dating Karen, the woman who would become my wife. Both of us had limited experience with relationships, and although I think we both soon knew that we were headed toward real sex in our relationship after a short while, we had not gone that far with each other when the betting games started. I always backed our school's football and basketball teams, whereas Karen took a more analytical approach to games. However, her ability to pick winners was not giving her any rewards at first. "What's the purpose in saying who's going to win if I don't get anything for being right?" she finally asked. "Okay, why not have the loser buy the pizza next time we order carry-out?" "We already take turns paying for dinners, and if there wasn't a bet, we'd still get pizza. The stakes have to be something different and something we wouldn't be doing otherwise." "How about the loser does what the winner commands for a day? If I won, I could tell you to clean my apartment or do my laundry." We were standing in my kitchen at the time, and she swatted me on the seat of my pants then. "Not fair, pal. Cleaning your place would be real work. If I won and had you clean my place, you wouldn't really be paying much." Realizing that she had seen through me on that one, I tried to distract her and exaggerated my hurt from the slap she had given me, whining and rubbing my backside as if I was in serious pain. "That was nothing, pal. If I wanted to make you hurt, you'd know it." So she'd seen through me again, but I wasn't giving up so easily. "You sure you're strong enough?" "Well, maybe not to wrestle you down, but if you're not fighting back, I can make your butt sting." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, really. Want to make a bet? That could be the payment. The loser submits to a real spanking. And since I'll win, you'll find out how hard I can hit." This conversation had taken a strange turn, but I wasn't going to back down. Besides, the prospect of winning and having Karen's bottom at my mercy was too much of a temptation. "Okay, you're on." It was in the middle of basketball season, so a game was coming up the next night. As was my habit, I wanted to bet on our team. After Karen consulted the paper for a few minutes, she agreed to take the other side. And the next night we watched our team lead the whole game and then blow it in the last minute. Turning off the TV, I asked, "So what do I do now? Stand before you facing away, or should I lie over your knee?" "It's not that simple, pal. The stakes were a real spanking. You lose, so take off your clothes." "Say what? I don't recall hearing those terms of our wager." "The terms were 'a real spanking,' and maybe you don't know what a real spanking is. Not that I've had much experience with it either, but my roommate Sheila has told stories of how she and some of her kinky friends play punishment games, and it is always on the bare bottom." "Taking off all your clothes isn't necessary for that," I said, although I didn't want a bare bottom spanking either. "No, but when she told of turning it into something even more fun with her boyfriend, she said being nude for the spanking increased the pleasure by increasing the embarrassment. In her words, that was a real spanking. We could call her if you don't believe me." "We can leave her out of it," I replied. I didn't doubt the story, and I certainly didn't want to let anyone else know of my predicament. "Are you telling me that if I won you would be voluntarily stripping for me to get spanked?" "That's what I'm telling you, pal." Of course, we both knew there was no way to confirm that claim. Thinking about the possibility, though, made me see my loss in another light. Maybe I was losing tonight, but I couldn't lose forever. Paying off this bet could be sort of a down payment on getting to see Karen's body after another bet. "Okay, so tell me what else is involved in a real spanking." "You take off all of your clothes and assume a position that I dictate. I think I'll have you bend over and lean on a chair. Then you get ten spanks on the bottom. After that, you stand where I tell you with your hands on your head to display your red bottom. And I promise you, it will be red. You can get dressed after I have to go back to my room. Ready to start?" I can't say I was ready, but I began to undress. Karen set a kitchen chair in the middle of the room and sat on the couch to watch. Taking my shoes and socks off was simple, as was pulling off my shirt. Unbuckling my jeans and lowering them was more difficult. I was in reasonably good shape and always thought of myself as at least average in looks. Still, this was a test. Karen was smiling slightly, perhaps wondering if I would really strip all the way. After I set my jeans aside, she looked at me in my briefs, saying nothing. I turned to the chair, paused a moment, and pushed my underwear down and stepped out of them. With my back to her, I leaned over and placed my hands on the seat of the chair, trying to keep my legs together all the time. She remained on the couch for a minute, enjoying her first sight of me in the nude. When she finally got up, she approached me from behind. I didn't know how much she could see of my penis, and she wasn't obvious about trying to look at it. First, she reached down to pick up my briefs and toss them aside, as if to emphasize my lack of clothing. Then the first slap came, suddenly and pretty hard. I grunted a little and braced myself for nine more. She alternated her blows, some on one side of my bottom, some on the other, and some right across the middle. Karen also paused between spanks, casually walking around me and the chair before suddenly striking my bottom again. Bent over as I was, I couldn't look at her closely as she moved around, so I couldn't see whether she was looking between my legs, and I couldn't anticipate her next blow. Finally she had spanked me ten times, and I was told to stand up. I became very aware of how my penis had grown during the spanking. From behind, she reminded me to put my hands on my head, and then she passed me as she moved to put the chair back in the kitchen. Coming back into the room, she saw me facing her, and there was no doubt in my mind then about how much of me she could see. I saw her looking me over. Looking at my erection, that is. It was the first time a girl had seen me fully nude. All my other sexual experiences involved getting my clothes out of the way, but never completely off. As if to pretend to ignore me, though, she turned the TV back on and sat on the couch. I remained in place, wondering why she chose to sit behind me. Then I realized that she was admiring the deep color she had added to my bottom. However, she sat on the couch only at first. After several minutes, she moved to another chair from which she could stare at me from the side, and later yet, she sat in a chair I was facing directly. Neither of us said anything until an hour had passed when she was getting ready to leave. "Turn around slowly," she commanded. After watching my display, she came over to say goodnight, careful not to touch my penis. It was still partially erect, and as she kissed me goodnight, she said, "I'm glad to see you enjoyed it too." Going out the door, she was quite obvious in the way she took a last look at my nude body. I went into the bathroom to check out my bottom in the mirror, and it was as red as she promised. Even so, it did not really hurt that much, and by morning, the color had faded almost completely. A week later, we had another opportunity for a bet, but my luck had not changed. That spanking began the same way with me taking off my clothes, although Karen told me to stop when I had stripped down to my briefs. "Leave those on and go ahead and bend over the chair like last time." As I assumed the position, I wondered if I was going to be spared the embarrassment of being fully nude. No such luck. She gave me a couple of lighter slaps, telling me, "These are just warm-up spanks, not part of the ten you get." I made no complaint, and when she told me to get ready for the ten spanks, I braced myself. No spank came, however. Instead, she took my pants by the waistband and pulled them down slowly, tossing them aside again. Taking her time, she let her hand caress my bottom. "Put your feet wider apart," she commanded, and when I did as told, she let her hands slide between my thighs and fondle my balls gently. When she let go, the first spank suddenly came. Again, there were pauses between blows, but this time, rather than simply walking around me, she also let her hands move over my backside. Once all ten spanks had been delivered, she told me to stand as before. Rather than taking a seat to look at me, she remained beside me, feeling my bottom. "It's very red, pal, and it feels nice and warm too." Then she suddenly reached for my penis. Her grasp made it even harder, and she said, "This is nice and warm too. If you like these spankings so much, you should try to lose all the time." I didn't know what to say. She was right, though, because I was certainly liking it at the moment. With her fondling and stroking me that way, I couldn't hold back for long, groaning and then getting semen all over her hands. "Well, having a good time, pal? Looked like fun to me." The rest of the evening went more or less like the previous occasion until she kissed me goodnight. This time, she held my penis as she kissed me, and then she gave it a quick kiss also. "I like watching you strip naked, and I like spanking your bottom, and I really like playing with this," she said, giving my penis a playful squeeze. As before, I was not in any real pain, and the red in my cheeks went away by morning. I was beginning to understand that the actual penalty in losing these bets was in the sense of vulnerability and embarrassment from being the one nude. The spanking was just added to emphasize these feelings. After that second time, I went to pick Karen up one evening at her dorm suite, and Sheila was there too. She looked at me kind of oddly and finally asked, "How do you like losing the bets." I didn't know what to say at first, wondering how much she knew, but she went on, "From what I hear, you like it a lot. And I wish I could be there sometime to see you bent over and paying your penalty." I probably blushed to learn that Karen had let her know what we had been doing, right down to the details of my position for getting spanked. It made me wonder how much else Karen had described to her, and figuring she had given her all the details, I felt like she had in fact seen me already. That evening, I asked Karen how much she told Sheila. Turns out she had described everything to her. When I asked why she let Sheila know so much, Karen told me it was sort of a payback. Some weeks before, Sheila and a guy she was dating used spanking each other as foreplay, and Karen could watch some of it when Sheila made the guy strip first in their living room. Before Sheila escorted him to her bedroom, she took him across her knee and spanked him while asking Karen to tell him what she could see. And even once in the bedroom, Sheila left the door open. Anyway, maybe Karen was trying to make it up to me after she saw how her roommate had embarrassed me, or maybe she was beginning to take pity on me, or maybe she wanted to get us moving more quickly to the day when we really slept together. Either way, I think she gave me a break when a few nights later she agreed to bet on an opponent that our school's team could beat easily. As soon as the game was over, she got the chair out of the kitchen and then asked, "You want me to take my clothes off myself, or do you want to take them off for me?" Not a bad pair of choices, but I replied, "I'll watch this time." Whether she wanted this to happen or not, actually undressing for me was causing her enough embarrassment to make her movements a little tentative. She didn't know exactly where to start after she kicked her shoes off. "How do you want me to do this?" "Why not take the shirt and jeans off first? Then your bra before your panties. And be sure to face me the whole time unless I tell you otherwise." As ordered, she stripped to her underwear, and I stopped her. Her figure was athletically fit from running track in high school, and between her breasts, I could see rippling of her skin over her breastbone. I did not care about their size, though, because Karen's body was what I wanted. "Let me see you turn around slowly like that." Then I told her to continue, and when she unfastened her bra and dropped it, I could see her thin, practically flat chest. Her wine-dark nipples were hard and poked out like thick erasers. Seeing my smile, she continued to strip, taking off her panties to reveal another striking feature, a shaved vagina. I must have been staring rather intently, because she said, "I keep it that way to make up for my breasts." My eyes saw nothing I didn't like, but I simply said, "No complaining. Get yourself ready for a real spanking." I almost couldn't move, though, enthralled by the sight of her lithe body bent over the chair like that. At 5'8", she was just an inch shorter than me, but without her clothes, her legs looked so long and sexy. Before getting up, I realized as I stared at her that I'd never seen a girl's nude body so openly until then. Before, the space was always cramped, like in a car, and the light was always dim at best. With Karen, though, not only was she out in the open and well lit, she was on display for as long as I wanted to stretch out the moment. Like her, therefore, I took my time, and I took advantage right away, running my hands over her bottom, her back, around to her nipples, and between her legs. She was very wet. "We haven't really started, and I see you're already enjoying this." She giggled a bit, and I made her stop with a resounding slap across her slender bottom. Then she took her spanking more seriously, although we both enjoyed the whole experience. When she had to spend time displaying her red bottom, I often told her to turn around for me, unable to decide which view of her body excited me most. And rather than kiss her goodnight, I invited her to stay, and we were both naked the rest of the night. You Lose. Now... Ch. 02 Once we became lovers, we did not make bets as often, so the spankings decreased also. We no longer needed an excuse to get each other naked, but neither of us forgot the embarrassment and the thrill that came from having to strip completely in front of the other who remained fully dressed. And after getting married and being together for several years, that memory of such excitement gained even more prominence as our sex life became more routine. That routine changed when Karen's sister came to visit. Shelly was a couple of years younger than Karen and was similarly slim, although her breasts appeared to stick out at least a little. The second night she was staying with us, Karen asked me if I wanted to bet on the ballgame. It was a playoff between the Red Sox and Yankees, the Yanks already ahead in the series 3-0. I readily agreed to take the Yanks, although I was not sure how we would arrange the spanking penalty with Shelly there. It turned out that it was not my decision to make: everyone now knows how the Red Sox came back in that series. As the game was ending, Shelly wanted to know, "So, he has to take you out to some nice restaurant soon? Or do you get to go on a spree at the mall?" "Nothing like that," said Karen. "Payment is always immediate." "Well, don't be so mysterious. What is it?" I was thinking of how Sheila had been told of our wagers, and I was wondering how Karen was going to explain it all to her sister. Even more, I was wondering how I would be able to make a graceful exit if Shelly knew I was going to our bedroom to get a nude spanking. "When one of us loses a bet, the winner gets to give the loser a spanking." "Oh, wow, that's cool. Or maybe I should say that's hot. So, am I in the way here?" "No, you're fine where you are." As she said this, she was getting up, so I got up too and started for our room, until I heard Karen say, "Just a second there, pal. Who told you to go anywhere?" And she quickly got a chair from the kitchen and set it in the middle of the room. I got a strange feeling as I realized what Karen was planning. She used to say that she regretted not letting Sheila actually see me get spanked, and I at times said it might have been exciting, but that was just fantasy, I thought. Shelly got up and said, "Hold on a moment," and she went out and came back with her digital camera. "You mind?" Karen replied, "I don't mind at all. A record of this payment might be fun to keep." Then she turned to me. "Okay, pal, over by the chair. You know what you're supposed to do." I could tell that arguing would not help, and either way, Shelly was going to know what happened whether she witnessed it or not. For me, it was the same embarrassment, only more so. Next to the chair, then, I kicked off my sandals and began unbuttoning my shirt. When Karen sat next to her sister to watch, Shelly said, "Oh, I figured you'd sit on the chair and take him over your knee." "That's not how it works," Karen said as both watched me set my shirt aside. I hesitated a moment, and Karen told me, "You lose, so take off those clothes. The shorts too." Shelly looked a little stunned, but as I turned to face away from her, I saw her get ready to take a picture. While I was unzipping my shorts and easing them down and off, I heard a couple clicks of her camera, but otherwise there was no sound. I stood there for a moment in my black low rise briefs (Karen had long since replaced my plain white ones) until Shelly asked, "Now what?" "He has to lean over the chair and hold on while I spank him ten times." She didn't tell me to take my pants off, and I was wondering if I was to be spared at least that bit of embarrassment. As if to encourage her mercy, I bent over and held the chair. And I hoped that the next thing I'd feel would be Karen's hand slapping my bottom. I heard another click of the camera, and then Shelly asked, "So, is he ready now?" Karen didn't answer. She got up and moved next to me, taking her time, letting me wonder what would come next. "Well, maybe not quite. In the past, I've always spanked him on the bare bottom." "I don't want you to change anything on my account," Shelly said with mock seriousness. "Please act like I'm not even here." Karen leaned over and asked me, "What do you say, pal?" She was running her hand over my back, across my bottom, and briefly inside my pants. "You want me to pull these pants down in the back so I can spank your bare bottom?" I was unable to look up at her, much less look over at Shelly, feeling too embarrassed in my present position. Even so, Karen had me going along with her scene. "Yes." "You want Shelly to see your bottom and take pictures?" "Yes," I said softly. Karen took hold of the waistband of my pants and slowly lowered them in back to around my upper thighs. I heard the camera click, and then I felt the first slap, and then another. She paused and leaned over again. "You want to let Shelly see you get a real spanking?" I knew what she meant. "Yes." "You want her to take pictures of you in the nude while you get your spanking?" "Yes," I whispered. Kneeling beside me, Karen grasped my pants again and gradually lowered them more until they were loose enough to fall to my feet and I could step out of them. She tossed them aside and stood to look at me. Shelly said only, "Wow," and kept taking pictures. Karen nudged my feet apart and resumed spanking me. After several slaps, Shelly noted, "His bottom is getting pretty red, isn't it?" "That's not the only change," Karen replied, and she pushed the chair around a bit so that Shelly was looking at me more from the side. I didn't look over at her, but I'm sure my penis was sticking out far enough to be seen. And to be photographed. After ten slaps, she let me stand, and I turned away a bit. Shelly took another picture and asked, "Now what?" Karen went and sat in a chair opposite her sister and said, "He has to stay naked for the rest of the evening and show us his red bottom." Then turning to me, she said, "Come over here so Shelly can get a closer look." I moved in their direction, trying not to face Shelly as I followed Karen's directions. Along the way, I let my hands down to cover myself a bit, and when I was finally standing between them, Karen told me, "Hey, pal, you know where your hands are supposed to be." I was facing Karen, so I put them on my head. From behind me, I could hear Shelly take another picture. "Nice bottom," she said. "It sure is red." "Let me see, pal," Karen ordered. Of course, if I turned to show Karen my bottom, I'd be facing Shelly. I was too far into this scene to quit, though, and only hesitated before I slowly began to turn. Shelly's eyes widened a bit as I faced her with an erection that was sticking up and out right in front of her. "It's red on this side too," Shelly finally said after a moment. The two of them laughed, and Shelly took a picture of my penis. "That should make a nice close-up, but I can't get both of you into the picture from this close. How about having him kneel next to you so I can see both of you in the frame?" "You heard her, pal." So I knelt facing Karen and heard the camera click again. "Now another, but turn around for this one." Facing the camera this time, I was photographed again. I'd always thought I'd it would be fun to get a digital camera so I could take nude pictures of Karen, and now here I was the one posing nude. Even after that picture, I wasn't finished. Karen took the camera so I could pose next to Shelly. While kneeling in front of Shelly, I noticed that her eyes were on my penis, and I wondered exactly where these pictures were going to wind up and who would be seeing them. Finally, they let me stand again, although I had to stay nude for the rest of the evening until we all went to bed. Karen and I enjoyed a very passionate night. I think we were each surprised at how much the other was turned on by what we had done in front of Shelly. Tearing her clothes off quickly, Karen pushed me down on the bed and took my penis in her mouth before straddling me. "That was so hot," she gasped as she rode me. "I've wanted to do something like this ever since I saw Sheila getting off with her boyfriend that one time." When I rolled her over on her back, she locked her legs behind me and grasped my bottom tightly with her hands, pulling me harder into her, talking a lot about how exciting it was to let her sister watch our game. And the excitement was not over. In the morning, Karen showered first, and then I went. Our townhouse had only the one full bath between the two bedrooms, and when I hurried to get into the bathroom (I was still nude), I was relieved that Shelly's door was still shut. Coming out of the shower was another story. Karen had come in to dry and brush her hair, and she left the door open. When I pushed the shower curtain aside, both sisters were there to greet me. And see me, of course. Shelly exclaimed, "So that's what it looks like when it isn't hard." I pulled the curtain shut again, but Shelly just said, "Oh, c'mon, don't be shy. It's not like I haven't seen a nude man before. In fact, just last night, there was a nude man in the living room whose penis looked something like yours." Karen laughed with her and pulled the curtain aside, handing me a towel. "Here you go, pal. No running to the bedroom and dripping all over the carpet." Shelly's attention, along with the fact that her t-shirt did not cover her panties, meant that my penis would not remain soft for long, and they both noticed that change too. They made no move to leave, though, so I just dried off as quickly as I could. As I bent over to dry my feet, Shelly noted, "His bottom didn't stay red long. You sure you're spanking hard enough?" Karen gave me a mild slap on the bottom and said, "He's paying his debts alright." When I was finally leaving, Shelly bent over the tub to run a bath for herself. I got a better look at her red string bikini panties and her cute bottom, and I thought I might get an even better look when she grasped her t-shirt as if to pull it up and off. She paused, though, looked at me, giggled at my erection, and said, "Just teasing. Now go and let me take my bath." Perhaps Karen noticed that I was looking a bit disappointed. She said only, "You know, pal, there's another game tonight." The prospect of another bet, and of winning this time, filled the day with sexy anticipation for me. Time passed slowly, and I had to endure looks from Shelly that suggested she could still imagine me without my clothes. I just tried to recall how she looked in her panties and hoped that I'd be seeing her without them that night. Unfortunately, betting on the Yankees turned out to be a bad idea again, and my hopes were not fulfilled. Which meant that I had another kind of fun that evening. The fun actually began before the game was decided. In keeping with our casual morning, the two sisters watched the game in their sleepwear: Karen in a light nightgown that I could see through in the right light, and Shelly in her t-shirt and panties. After the last out, Shelly spoke up first. "Same routine as last night?" "Well," Karen said, "you were in on this bet, so you get to help collect the payment." That sent a jolt through me, and I was taking off my shirt and jeans without even being told. Down to my briefs, though, Shelly ordered me to get in position over the chair. She was going to strip my underpants off for me, I realized. Before that, she ran her hands over my bottom and then inside my pants, pinching my flesh. Moments later, she was grasping the waistband of my briefs and slowly pulling them down. My erection caught inside of them, and when she peeled the elastic away from it, she held it in her other hand. Once I was nude, Shelly turned to Karen. "May I?" "Please, you're our guest, so go first." Shelly didn't waste any time in giving me five spanks, hard ones. Bending over to look me in the eye, she stated, "That should last a little longer." I turned my head toward her and was surprised to see down her shirt. Her breasts were indeed bigger than Karen's, although still smaller than average, and her nipples were large and pink. The glimpse lasted only a second or two, but it was enough to guarantee that my erection was not going to fade soon. Karen came next, leaning over to ask, "Ready for more, pal?" She too was giving me a look down her nightgown, but I think she was doing it on purpose. I hardly felt the next five spanks as I tried to fix the memory of those breasts in my mind. They noticed my excitement, of course, but also wondered why my erection remained so hard for so long as I had to stand in front of them afterwards. "Isn't that dangerous?" Shelly wondered. "Those commercials always warn about erections that last too long." "I think we can cure him without a trip to the doctor," Karen replied. "Why don't you lie down, pal? You must be getting a little light headed." So I stretched out a bit shyly on my stomach on the floor. Karen knelt alongside of me and beckoned Shelly to join her. Turning my head toward Karen, curious to know what was coming next, I saw she had gotten a bottle of lotion from the bathroom and was pouring some into her hand. She handed the bottle to Shelly and proceeded to gently rub the cool lotion into my back, my legs, and mostly my bottom. "Hey, sis, you going to help or not?" Then Shelly poured some of the lotion into her hands and joined Karen in massaging my backside. Both of them gave extra attention to my bottom. Eventually, Shelly asked, "Do you really think this is going to make his hard-on go away?" "Let's see," Karen said, and she nudged me to turn over. "Guess not," she laughed as my erection came into view again. "But we're not done with the treatment." She poured more lotion into her hands and poured more into Shelly's hands too. This time, both of them began rubbing the cool liquid into my body together right away. They covered my chest, stomach, and legs at first. When they had scooted down and were rubbing my legs, each moved her hands up my thigh far enough to gently brush against my balls. I had been enjoying the sensations with my eyes closed, but looked at them as they began to get closer to my penis. That's when the so-called treatment became even more exciting for me. Looking down, I could see both of them near my feet, leaning toward my mid-section. Their postures gave me a clear view down the tops of both. Karen's gown was well away from her slim chest, and I noted how hard her nipples appeared. Shelly's t-shirt was loose enough to afford an unobstructed view of both breasts, and her nipples were equally excited. She seemed unaware of the show she was giving me, but Karen smiled at me when I turned to look at her again. With their breasts so clearly in sight, when Karen finally grasped my penis and began rubbing it as well, I was in ecstasy. But Karen pushed me even higher when she told Shelly, "Your turn. Complete the treatment, sis." Shelly used both hands, one on my penis and the other cradling my balls, as she stroked me. Karen had picked up Shelly's camera and was taking pictures, but I was only dimly aware of the camera's flashes. I was looking down her shirt, memorizing every detail of her small, conical breasts and nipples, and when I saw how they quivered from her movements, my penis shot a rope of semen that grazed her chin and landed on my chest. We were all quiet for a moment until Shelly said, "Looks like there couldn't be anything left inside of it, so I guess it'll go down now." They both giggled at this, and while Karen went to get a wash cloth and towel, Shelly held my penis in her hand as indeed it softened. While Karen was still out of the room, Shelly commented, "Your penis is so big. Thanks for letting me play with it." Once I was cleaned up, we did not stay up much longer, and Karen, like the night before, was all over me when we were alone in our room. Despite the massage, I was more than able to get hard again thanks to her hands and mouth. She was quite vocal again, admitting though that she expected to lose the bet and let me get even with her and Shelly. Just the possibility made me even harder. I turned her over and lifted her onto her knees, pushing into her from behind. I gave her bottom a light spank as I asked, "So you knew I could see down her shirt?" "Yeah, and I saw you looking at my nips too, pal. I wanted to make you excited and let you win just a little." I was moving in and out of her faster and faster now, slapping her bottom, and when our orgasms hit, she was saying, "Oh, god! Feels like I'm winning again." Shelly was leaving early the next morning, and she was up, bathed, and dressed before I awoke. She saw me walk nude to the shower, and when I came out, it was time for her to go. I remained nude as I went to the door with them and kissed her goodbye. She gave my penis a little hug and then slapped my bottom one more time. Looking at my penis, which was getting bigger, she said, "As the saying goes, one to grow on." Our betting games did not continue after those couple of nights. It wasn't necessary. The memories, not to mention the pictures that Shelly emailed us, inflamed our sex lives for quite awhile. A few months later, we got another exciting memory to relive. Karen went to see Shelly and her husband, Alan. It was only an overnight visit, but Karen returned with lots to tell. "Was there a bet?" I asked when she was settled home on the sofa. "See for yourself," and she handed me her laptop and told me to open the file dated yesterday. It was a slide show, the first picture of which showed Alan pulling his shirt off over his head. As the pictures progressed, he undressed more until he was pulling his boxers down. His erection was about five inches long, sticking straight out, and he was somewhat heavier, making his bottom a bigger target once the pictures showed him in the position for his spanking. "How did you get him to strip? What was the bet?" "It was a sure thing. We bet him that we had stripped and spanked you, and Shelly's pictures were our proof. And by the way, Shelly noticed how her shirt was hanging open and told me to tell you that you deserve another spanking for that." "Was Alan upset that the pictures of you weren't as revealing?" "Keep going and you'll see." The next pictures showed Shelly in a lace teddy as she spanked her husband, and then there were some of Karen, dressed in a satiny camisole and matching panties, spanking him also. Once his bottom was good and red, they made him stand in a corner where he had to pose for a few pictures with his hands on his head. "He get a massage after that?" "I said keep going, pal, you'll see." Instead of a massage, the next pictures showed Alan in a bubble bath. He was sitting in the tub as Shelly washed his hair and chest and back, but he was standing for the pictures of Karen, seated on the tub rim, as she washed his legs, bottom, and penis. Reaching to wash him, she was letting one of the spaghetti straps of her camisole fall off her shoulder, and in a few pictures, it has dropped far enough to bare one of her nipples completely. The last of those pictures showed him looking down at her breast as she stroked his soapy hard-on. "He came right after that one," she said, and she reached to feel the reaction in my pants. "Feels like you like the view too, pal." There were only a few more pictures, two of Karen drying him off next to the tub, and one more of him at the door of their house when she was leaving. He's nude, and his penis looks like a little bird hiding in its nest. Even so, she smiling as she stands beside him, one arm around his slightly chubby waist, and leaning over to look below his tummy at his exposed penis. You Lose. Now... Ch. 02 Karen had stepped out of the room briefly and came back wearing the camisole and similar panties. She took the laptop and set it aside, stood me up, and quickly pulled my shirt and shorts off. Then she knelt beside me and pulled my briefs down and off. When she began to take my penis in her mouth, she pushed one strap off her shoulder so that one of her nipples was exposed. "Do you mind that he saw my little bumps?" So many images flooded my mind. The picture of her nipple exposed for Alan, the picture of Shelly stroking my penis, the view of Shelly's quivering breast, the view she must have had while I was being spanked nude in front of her, and the view she would get again during the spanking she said I deserved. And right here was Karen, half naked and using her mouth and tongue to make my penis feel so wonderful. The answer to her question soon erupted in her mouth. You Lose. Now... Ch. 03 When I finally did see Shelly again, I did not think the threatened spanking would occur. Karen and I were spending a long weekend at her mother's cottage near the lake, and Shelly and Alan were coming too. I always liked Annie, a fun woman who looked younger than her fifty-two years, but I never imagined that she was into the kind of fun we'd been enjoying. The accommodations were not conducive either. Annie's place had only two small bedrooms, so one couple would have to use the sofa bed in the main room, which was a combined living room, eating area and kitchen. A deck with a hot tub was just out a sliding door from this room, and it was in view of the one neighbor's cottage, so it too lacked any real privacy. Because we arrived later than Shelly and Alan, that sofa bed was ours. After a late dinner, Karen and Shelly seemed ready to turn in earlier than I expected, so we all began preparing for bed. Unexpectedly, Karen said, "We can change in here," and ushered me into Shelly and Alan's room. I was wondering how we'd keep quiet enough not to be heard by Annie. Shelly told Alan to get ready for bed, and Karen told me the same. Neither of us knew what our wives were up to. As if to get us moving, the two of them started to change clothes, stripping down to their underwear. They then made us turn our backs so we couldn't see anything as they finished changing. When they allowed us to face them again, they told us to hurry up. While Alan and I started to undress, Karen left the room. Again, we didn't know what was up, but we continued taking off our clothes until we were both down to our underpants. Mine were rather skimpy briefs. Alan still favored boxers, so I felt a bit more exposed. I had no idea how exposed. Karen returned, saying everything was ready and we should go out into the other room. I figured she meant that the bed was made up, but I was still wondering why we had come in this room in the first place. Walking out, I was in for a shock. Annie was there on a chair next to the bed, in her nightgown and robe. She looked equally surprised at my state of undress. At a loss for words, I just wanted to get under the sheets, but at the same time I was hesitant to move closer to her. Although she was staring at me, she also looked amused. Her expression changed again, and I'm sure mine did too, when Shelly snuck up behind me, grabbed my pants by the waistband, and yanked them down. Immediately, I put my hands over my penis, and just as quickly, Shelly slapped my bottom hard. "You know where those hands go." Another hard spank and I got the message. My surprise and embarrassment were complete when Shelly had me step out of my pants. I did not feel better about being nude in front of them when Alan was called out of the room and similarly stripped by Karen, except she didn't need to spank him to get his hands up and on his head. Side by side, he and I made quite a show. Shelly said, "See, mom, we told you these guys were naughty." "I don't know about naughty, but I see plenty," she laughed. "Did that spank leave a mark?" "Turn around, pal," Karen told me. I turned to allow Annie to inspect my bottom. "Yes, I think it does show a little red there. Alan, turn around too so we can see if there's a difference." Annie seemed to get right into the scene and enjoyed it. "Okay, turn again and let us look at those penises again." "Didn't I tell you they'd like it?" Shelly remarked. "They'll be even bigger after their nightly spankings. Want to do the honor since we're in your home?" There had been no bets, and I'd never heard about any so-called "nightly" events. Even so, I was excited to have another woman, and an attractive one at that, in on our game. So I was happy to hear Annie reply, "Sure, I'll take them over my knee." With that, she got up briefly to remove her light robe, and I could see dimly through her gown, the shape of her breasts, her nipples, even a hint of pubic hair in teasing glimpses. Shelly took hold of my penis to lead me to her, and Annie held it briefly as well before guiding me over her lap and clamping it between her legs. The ten spanks stung only a little. I was concentrating more on the feel of her legs. As Shelly predicted, my penis was fully erect when I stood again. Annie gave it one more squeeze before Karen led Alan by the penis to her for his spanking, leaving him fully, if not equally, erect. Other than letting us stand there for several minutes, nothing else happened that night while we were together in the room. Left alone when the others retired to their rooms, Karen and I made love wildly. We might have been heard, especially given the fact we could hear similar sounds from Shelly and Alan's room. The next morning was casual again, which meant that the women came to breakfast in their sleepwear while Alan and I remained nude. At least the three of them seemed unconcerned about gaping necklines. It was not much consolation, though, because any views were very brief and teasing. For the afternoon, the plan was to go out on the lake. Of course, Alan and I had to dress somewhat normally in order to leave the house, so we were all in swimsuits. That didn't last, though. Annie had a pontoon boat on which we could picnic, lay in the sun, and go swimming. She found a secluded cove for us to anchor in, and announced, "I've been coming to this spot for years, and I can promise you that there's no reason to be shy here." As she said this, the three women were looking at Alan and me expectantly. We did not take long to understand what was expected and we both pulled off our trunks. "That's better," Annie said. "I think I'll get some sun too." You might imagine that we were all a little stunned to see Annie untie her top and let it fall. Her breasts were as big as oranges and were heavy enough to sag somewhat on her chest. The evenness of her tan suggested that she had been sunning topless before. For Alan and me, the reactions caused by the sight of Annie's breasts were the obvious ones that everyone could see. The reactions of Karen and Shelly were something else. They simply gawked and giggled at their mother's bravado as well as at our nudity. The giggling stopped when Annie asked, "What's keeping you two from getting into the spirit of things?" Neither made any move, and Annie continued, "If I understand correctly, these guys have already seen 'em, so get 'em out and get 'em tanned." Karen went first. She smiled at all of us as she answered her mother's challenge, facing us as she untied her top and slipped it off. A red blush covered her chest, and her dark nipples looked hard. Shelly had little choice then, but she turned away to remove her top. "I said no reason for shyness," Annie reminded her, and Shelly finally turned to face us. Her chest also showed a blush, but her nipples were warm and wide. At Annie's suggestion, we all began helping each other with sunscreen. The women took charge of this activity again. Annie helped Shelly ensure that no part of my body was unprotected. I leaned on the rail, as instructed, and Shelly took the opportunity to finish the job by giving my bottom a couple of spanks. Annie then went to help Karen cover Alan in similar fashion, right down to the finishing spanks. Neither of us, however, was allowed to rub lotion onto the other's wife. Annie took a little pity on us and let us put some on her back. Shelly took a picture, and Annie liked the idea of being photographed with two nude attendants. Our erections settled down while we ate lunch and enjoyed the warm sun. Soon enough, though, the day felt hotter and drove us into the water. I'd never been skinny dipping before, and the sensation was great. Away from the boat a bit, I had the chance to talk with Karen privately, and she squeezed my penis under the water and said excitedly, "I can't believe how much I'm enjoying having you two guys naked around us. I'd forgotten how cool it was when Sheila let me see her boyfriend's body. How you doing, pal? Having a good time?" I didn't really have to answer her since she could feel how excited I was. Even so, I told her, "I never knew how much fun it could be to let others see me nude." "Really? I figured you were going to say you were having a good time because Shelly and Mom were showing their breasts." "Well, I like seeing them too, and to be truthful, I get more excited from seeing your nipples exposed to the others. That and the fact that I'm naked are what makes this day special." She kissed me sweetly before swimming back to the boat. Alan and I didn't care that much about tanning, so we were in the water more while the women worked on their tans. Talking to him, I found out he felt pretty much the same as I did. "Seeing Karen topless is a dream come true," he said, "but, damn, seeing Shelly take her top off about made me come right there on the boat. And then having Karen and Annie looking at and touching me all over, damn, I about came again." We were interrupted when a lake patrol boat approached. I thought it was fortunate that the lake was by no means clear and I could safely stay in the water. Karen and Shelly, on the other hand, were scrambling to cover themselves with towels. Annie remained calm. "Don't worry, it's my good friend, Jill." Sure enough, the patrol boat pulled alongside, and the middle-aged woman in uniform greeted Annie with a hug. Looking at Karen and Shelly, who had relaxed their grip on the towels, she asked, "Are these the two daughters you told me were coming to visit?" "Yes, that one's Shelly, and Karen's her bigger sister. But I guess I should say her older sister since she certainly ain't bigger. Hard to believe they're mine, isn't it? Oh, well, their husbands seem to love them." Jill laughed and said, "Don't let her tease you two. At least your nipples are not headed for your waistline like Annie's and mine." Then Annie called, "Hey, you guys, come meet my good friend and neighbor." Alan and I swam a little closer to the side of the boat, but Annie came to the ladder with towels, as if she expected us to get out of the water. Karen was smiling at me and wasn't trying to get me off the hook. Shelly was telling Alan to be a gentleman and greet Jill properly. I went first. When I came up the ladder, Annie stepped back so that I could not grab the towel without stepping on the deck. My penis was partially erect, despite the cool water, and Jill looked approvingly and came forward to shake hands before I could reach for that towel. By then, it hardly mattered, so I simply stood there nude while Alan followed me onto the boat. The water had affected his penis more, but Jill and the others made no sign that they didn't enjoy seeing his shriveled penis. And then it didn't stay shriveled for long once it was warmed by the sun Jill had some tea and talked with us for a while. I thought it was a little strange that all of us except Jill were fully or partially nude, and that sense was only heightened by the fact that she was a taller woman and wearing a uniform. Everyone acted as if nothing was odd, though, and Jill assured us that nudity was okay as long as it was out of sight of the regular tourists. When she left, Annie invited her over to the cottage for that night. "We may be moving this party to the hot tub later, so dress casually." Jill answered, "I'll be there. And did you say 'undress casually,' or is my hearing going bad?" They laughed, and Jill added, looking at Alan and me, "I'll be seeing you again." Thoughts of the hot tub and Jill undressing made my penis stiffen a bit, as if to wave goodbye to her. We stayed out a couple hours more. Back at home, we took turns getting in the shower. Annie had the privilege of going first, and she called to Karen when she was done so we could go next. When I followed Karen into the bathroom, I was in for another surprise. Annie was standing next to the shower, putting her towel over the towel bar before getting her robe. Which is to say that she was nude. I saw her from behind only for a couple of seconds until she put on her robe. She didn't seem upset when she turned to leave. "Enjoy the view?" she giggled, and she paused at the door to pull my trunks off for me. "I'll pretend that these actually got wet and hang them on the line outside," she laughed and then left after giving my bottom a light slap. Karen laughed once we were alone. "We may not have the same bra size, but we are really mother and daughter in some ways she doesn't realize." We were together in the shower, and I asked, "What do you mean?" "That little scene was almost a replay of something I did years ago. I never told you all the details, but that time Sheila brought her boyfriend to our place, he wasn't the only one walking around nude." "I know. You said Sheila left the bedroom door open and then left the bathroom door open the next morning while they showered." "Well, pal, I left out the detail about my shower. I had to get to class and couldn't wait until they were finished. They were at the sink, laughing about how brushing their teeth was sexier when naked. I came in with my robe on, trying to act nonchalant and not stare too much. Sheila just watched me in the mirror, but her boyfriend turned to see what I'd do." She paused. Her hands were washing my erection. "So what did you do?" "I dropped my robe, looked over my shoulder at the guy and his hard-on, stepped into the shower, and pulled the curtain shut." "So he saw your bottom?" "Yes. And I guess that doesn't bother you." She was stroking my penis more. "No, I like imagining the scene." "The play wasn't over then. They dawdled so that they were still in the bathroom when I wanted to come out of the shower." "What did you do then?" "I peeked around the edge of the curtain. Sheila's expression told me she was daring me to do it. I didn't want to look like a chicken, so I stepped out, grabbed my towel, and dried off as quickly as possible." "Facing them or turned around?" "Facing them. Well, sort of. I didn't turn around, but I didn't really face them in the sense of look them in the eyes. But they saw everything, if that's what you mean." "I don't get it." "Well, I was bent over while drying my hair, and I was still bending over and keeping my legs tightly together while drying off, so I was kind of hiding behind my big towel. But when I started to dry my back, I stood up straight, and you know how holding the towel that way makes you stretch. Sheila's boyfriend just stared and made some comment about my shaved pussy." Her story and stroking led me to the edge, and I shot a string of semen over her hands. "Glad to see you enjoyed it as much as Sheila's boyfriend." "He came right there from looking at you?" "No, but he had a very stiff hard-on. When I finally put on my robe to leave, Sheila offered to let me spank him for his rude comment, I said 'no thanks' and just hung my towel over his penis as I walked out." We had to get moving so that Shelly and Alan could get cleaned up before dinner. Without even thinking about it, I left the bathroom and went back to the living room nude. Karen soon followed in shorts and a blouse. Annie looked at us and laughed, "Seems there's some disagreement about whether we're dressing for dinner." By that time, I guess I didn't mind being nude that much, and with Alan there, I wasn't the only one without my clothes. Even so, dining nude was made a bit more embarrassing by the fact that Jill, who was indeed Annie's next door neighbor, came to eat with us. It was okay while we were seated, but Alan and I had to clear the table and bring coffee and tea, and all the women commented on the "good looking busboys." After dinner, we moved to the porch. Being outside nude was not a problem there because Jill's house was the only one with a view into Annie's backyard. In fact, Jill said, "It's lucky I bought that place since Annie and I can enjoy the hot tub in private that way. So, didn't I understand that we all would be getting in tonight?" Both Karen and Shelly said they didn't want the discomfort of putting on wet suits again, and Annie replied, "Who said swimsuits were needed?" I looked at Karen, and she seemed to be considering the possibility, but Shelly said, "No one said they were needed yet, so I'll say it now." "But if you won't put on your wet suit, you won't be able to enjoy the warm water and jets. And Jill and I can tell you that the tub feels best without a suit and with a cool drink." Alan and I were sent to get the drinks, and when we returned, Annie and Jill were in the tub. Their clothes, including underwear, were set neatly on a chair. I couldn't see most of their bodies beneath the water, but Annie's heavy breasts were just at water level, and Jill was seated so that her large breasts were visible. Like Annie's, they were tanned, but hers were firmer, and her nipples were very light pink. "Set those down here and join us," Jill said. Alan and I got in the tub, but before we could sit, Annie said, "Karen, get the camera and take a picture of us. Jill and I don't usually have guests in the tub." When Karen came back with the camera, Annie had Alan and I sit on the edge between them. Karen had us turn and bend over as if to be spanked for another picture, and Jill did in fact slap our bottoms a few times. "Now, what about you two?" Jill asked after the photo op was over. Shelly was still reluctant, and Karen was sort of following her lead. Even when reminded that she had been topless that afternoon, Shelly would not consider getting in the tub. She pointed out that the four of us already in it were taking up all the room it allowed. Karen looked a little disappointed, but she remained seated in her chair on the deck. As promised, the warm water was indeed relaxing, and the sight of the older women's breasts was stimulating as well. I got out once to refresh some drinks, and everyone could see my erection. More stunning, however, was Jill answering a call on a cell phone that was in one of her pockets. Without any hesitation, she stood up, stepped out of the tub, and talked briefly on the phone while standing over the tub facing us. Her tall, lean body was lovely, and her russet pubic hair was thin enough to allow a clear view of her red labia. When she finished her conversation, Jill said, "I think I'll call it a night. Annie, you coming over to my place so maybe the girls will have enough room to join their husbands in the tub?" "Yeah, it's getting to be that time," and Annie started to get out of the tub. Once again I saw her well rounded bottom, but this time, she faced us while drying off, and I could see her dense, dark triangle of pubic hair. She and Jill dried each other's back, and it seemed that they spent extra time on each other's bottom. Then they faced each other, and Annie started to rub Jill's breasts while Jill ran her towel between Annie's legs. Within moments, they had dropped the towels and were embracing tightly. Finally turning to us, Annie said, "Didn't mean to shock you. What did you think us two old ladies would be doing all this time without any decent men in these parts? Besides, a body always likes the feel of another's hands. Let me show you." She reached for me and had me get out and stand next to her, and then she pulled Alan onto the deck next to me as well. Both of us were sporting erections, and Annie surprised us by fondling each. "Feels good, right?" We both nodded silently. Annie invited Jill to feel us also. "You like that too, don't you?" And we nodded again. "So now feel each other." Alan and I didn't move at first. Annie said, "Don't be afraid. You know they don't bite." I looked to see that Karen and Shelly were watching, dumbstruck but fascinated. Moving slowly, I reached for Alan's penis. Then he reached for mine. You Lose. Now... Ch. 03 "Well, don't just hold them. Move your hands and enjoy it." We both started to stroke each other lightly. I squeezed his a bit more, and he ran his hand all the way down to the base of my penis and back up, running a finger over the tip. "Feels good, doesn't it?" And once again, we both nodded silently. Karen took a picture of us, and the flash probably broke the mood a bit and made us remember to be embarrassed. Annie said, "There's even more to enjoy if you want to try." She put some cushions on the deck, and then she and Jill stretched out on them, facing each other but head to toe. Without waiting, Jill lifted one of Annie's legs and started to lick her vagina. Annie quickly followed her lead. "Come on, you two," Annie said when she paused a moment, "get on the deck and try it." I looked at Karen, who seemed mesmerized by the scene. Shelly was watching as intently, and she finally told Alan, "You heard her. Aren't you going to do what mom says?" I reclined on the deck when Karen nodded to me, and Alan lay next to me. Hesitantly, we scooted nearer to each other. He took hold of my penis again, stroking it until it was fully erect again. Looking at his penis from so close, it did not seem so small any more. I grasped it, leaned in, and gave it a quick lick. He gasped and soon returned the favor. That broke the ice for us. With encouragement from Annie and Jill, we both were soon sucking each other's hard-ons. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I looked up at Annie and had to admit that she was right. I also saw Karen standing over us with the camera, and supposing what she wanted, I put Alan's penis back in my mouth. The flash went off moments later. Alan took me out of his mouth and continued stroking my slippery hard-on. He knew what he was doing, just as I knew doing the same to him would give him the same intense feeling. After only another minute, the two of us were coming in front of the others. Annie remarked, "I told you a body likes the feel of another body." She and Annie, still nude, were gathering up their things and heading for Jill's house. Just before she left, Annie said, "By the way, while you boys were inside a while ago, Jill and I made a bet with your wives. As everybody just saw, they lost." Jill said, "Shelly and Karen have refused to join the fun. It may not be in the regulations, but as a ranger here, I'd have to say that they must be breaking some sort of rules. If it was up to me, I'd give them a spanking." Once Annie and Jill were gone, Shelly said, "You two need to get cleaned up," And we followed her inside. She and Karen used wash cloths to get the semen off our bodies, and our erections quickly returned. Alan asked, "That true about the bet?" Shelly had to answer that it was. "So," he continued, "we get to be the ones who tell you that you lose and take off your clothes?" She hesitated before she had to nod again. I said, "It's not quite the same, though, because we're already nude." Karen said, "You guys can put your clothes back on if you want." Alan said, "I have a better idea. Let's blindfold them." It was an inspired idea, and with a couple of scarves Alan and I had our nudity out of their sight within a few minutes. Finally, we two guys were in charge, and we did not wait long to tell our wives what we wanted. Since I had been first to lose a bet, Alan allowed me to issue the order: "You lose, Shelly, now take off your clothes." With her arms already wrapped around herself, her posture could not have looked more nervous, but when she heard me order her to strip, her anxiety showed even more. "What about Karen?" she asked. "She'll be taking her clothes off too. If you're in such a hurry to get her naked, you better start undressing yourself." Her hands were shaking as she lifted her shirt off and as she unzipped her shorts, letting them drop. As was the usual method, we made her throw her clothes across the room. Unhooking her bra proved a bit difficult with her shaking hands, but she managed to get it loosened. Actually pulling the straps off her arms and tossing it aside took another several seconds. I didn't scold her. I was enjoying her reluctant strip. Of course, taking off her panties caused her the most anxiety. Trying to keep her knees crossed while standing looked awkward and sexy at the same time. She pulled them down slowly, stepped out of them while remaining bent over, and tossed them behind her while not quite standing up again. "Stand up straight," I ordered. She kept her hands at her sides and finally straightened her posture. "Well," I said, "that answers that question I've wondered about." "What's that?" Shelly asked. I walked around her, getting a nice look at her cute bottom. Moving in front of her again, I said, "As I always suspected, I see you're a natural brunette." Karen giggled, and Shelly whined, "C'mon, you guys. This is hard enough without your remarks about my pubic hair." Alan said, "Speaking of which, I've always wondered about Karen's. So, you want to join your sister now?" Karen said nothing, but just started stripping. "I hope you won't be disappointed," I said. "I can't imagine how I would be," Alan answered, never turning from Karen's show. She never paused until she had her bra off. Even then, she did not seem nervous so much as she seemed to teasing us with expectation. Taking her panties in both hands, she finally pulled them down swiftly, tossed them aside, and stood up with her hands raised proudly. Alan was speechless, looking at her shaven vagina. Without prompting, she did a slow turn to show him the rest of her body. After taking a couple of pictures of our nude wives, Alan and I proceeded to the spankings. I followed the normal procedure of having them lean over chairs. I also allowed myself the pleasure of running my hands over their bodies before and during the spankings. Despite her nervousness, Karen still had a very wet vagina, so wet my finger slipped in without me pushing at all. Alan had other ideas. Taking Karen first, he had her lie on her back on the sofa. "How you going to spank me like this?" she asked. "Just do what you're told and you'll see." He then grabbed her legs, lifted and bent them back. When he had her rolled back until her knees were almost touching her breasts, her bottom was exposed, and he ordered her to hold her legs open in that position. I'd never seen her vagina so obscenely opened. Alan rubbed her up-side-down bottom, ran his hands around to her sides and over her chest, and then down between her legs, pushing his finger between her glistening labia. The spanks followed, but her blush was a deeper red than he raised on her bottom. We kept them standing on display for awhile, but I think we were both more than ready to get our wives alone in bed. If Alan and Shelly were like Karen and me, they had the wildest sex of their lives that night. Annie was pleased to find the four of us nude for breakfast the next morning. It was even sexier because she kept her clothes on. That vacation came to an end later that afternoon. Karen and I haven't been able to repeat our games with Shelly and Alan since then, but we remain open to bringing new friends into our play. As a matter of fact, Karen's old college roommate is coming for a visit, due to arrive any moment now. I am hopeful of what may transpire. In anticipation of her arrival, I am in the living room, and when Karen goes to answer the door and returns with Sheila, they will see that I am standing next to a kitchen chair placed there for me to bend over it, and they will see that I am ready, that I am nude.