When she did, the view from the rear was incredible. The skirt rode up slightly revealing the very bottom of her ass. And looking in the mirror, Brian... could see that the view from the front was just as titilating. After putting on some slightly slutty stilletto heals, she was ready!Brian asked her to get in the car and off they went. Because they both liked blues and jazz, Brian had picked out a club that specialized in that kind of music. Brian had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. Finally, she suggested a few games of Strip Tennis. That did not set well with Bethany. Mom told her that it would improve her game. Bethany wanted to know how, so Mom told her that if she didn’t want to get naked in front of Dad and me that she had better play well. Reluctantly she agreed. The matches were set for the following Saturday.Mom and Bethany agreed on the fact that they would be the only ones getting undressed, that they would keep their shoes and socks on, and that they would only. "You should change into something better." She looked at her clothes and had to admit that they did cover most of her body. "Maybe something your husband likes seeing you in," he prompted. "Ok," she said and walked off to the bedroom. It didn't feel right to be covered in so many clothes. I didn't feel right not to change into something better. She picked out one of her less favorite outfits, but she knew it was her husband's favorite and it certainly didn't cover much of her body. She returned. "Your mouth says 'No' but Mr. Happy says 'Yes'," she said."No it's not," he said; slapping his hand against the side of the chair. "Remember?"She moved her hand away from his cock and caressed his face. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I forgot." I don't know what I'm gonna do about it," he said, sighing. "I can't go into work with a raging hard-on." He began to feel like an animated commercial for Viagara, or something."Who said anything about going into work tomorrow?" she questioned.At this.