It all started when we realized that we had an evening to ourselves. An overnight school trip and a friend's sleepover meant the kids were gone for the night. How did we get so lucky I thought? The unfortunate part is that neither of us had connected the dots, so there were no formal plans for the evening. No celebration. No romantic plans. No bad boy evening (or so I thought). Just another typical night at home.
We pulled together some steaks for dinner which I grilled. It was a quiet dinner, but nice to have some time together. A good bottle of wine complimented the meal.
As we were finishing dinner, and the first bottle of wine, I asked my wife what she wanted to do with our "night off."
A typical date night for us usually involved a night out, or a movie, or even a movie marathon courtesy of the DVD player. Tonight though, she had a different plan.
"How about we play a game of Scrabble?" she asked.
While different, it was not an odd suggestion. We both enjoyed Scrabble and we have had more than a few highly contested games. It is always in good fun, so I easily agreed.
"I'll grab another bottle of wine if you grab the game," I said. And with that the evening was off to a good start.
The first game moved quickly. It was more like a game of checkers than chess. The luck of the letters meant words were easy and we finished in no time. She won.
"Best 2 out of 3?" I asked.
I wanted to keep playing, and I was not about to lose, so I challenged her to keep playing.
"Sure," she said, "but what's the bet?"
We have a habit of betting. Some turn out better than others and this one was no different.
"I don't know. What do you have in mind?"
She pondered for a few seconds, sensing she was in control because she had already won the first game.
"If you win, I wash and detail your car, but if I win, you are my servant for the evening," she proposed.
I didn't have anything better to offer, so I agreed. "What is the worst that could happen?" I wondered to myself. Seemed easy enough to me, so I re-filled the wine glasses and we jumped into the next game.
The second game was back and forth, and competitive to the very end. We both had some great words, but the letters were getting challenging. As we neared the end of the game, I needed just a little bit of luck (like a good letter) and this game would be mine. Instead, she announced her win with a victory dance.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I won," she said.
I looked and sure enough, she had finished by using the last of her letters. Somehow she sandwiched a few letters together to spell the word "mini" - game over!
"Really?" I thought to myself.
"Mini?"
How do you win the game on such a simple word? Is that even a word? Little did I know that it would come in to play later in the evening. She must have been hiding some letters on me.
She was dancing around the kitchen like a giddy school girl. Her smirk seemed a little devious. There was more to it than a simple game of scrabble. Little did I know how devious.
"I guess I can put my sponge away. I won't be needing that for your car!" and with that she grabbed her wine, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and headed to the living room. As she walked away smiling, she started to collect on the wager-
"Since you are now my servant, put the game away and finish the dishes."
With that she found her favorite spot on the couch and put the TV on. Feeling deflated, I cowered to her demands, packing up the game and taking the time to load the dishwasher.
"Oh James," she yelled as if I was her personal butler or something.
"What do you want?" I snarled.
"Come in here," she yelled back at me.
"First, you are James my personal servant for tonight. And second, you will respond with proper respect when I talk to you. Now, I need a little more wine."
"Yes ma'am," I said as I decided to play along with her little game.
I re-filled her glass, and then proceeded to finish in the kitchen. She decided that we would spend the rest of the evening watching a movie. Before I could sit down to join her she barked at me "put this in the DVD player."
I was not sure if there was some strange power going to her head, or some fantasy that she wanted to play out, but with the house to ourselves I was willing to play along. I lost the bet and there was no harm, right?
My wife seemed quite fidgety and I could not figure out why.
"Honey, I'm feeling a little hungry. I need something to snack on. Go get me the can of peanuts."
And with that I was up and headed to the kitchen - servant for the night.
"Honey, I am hot. Can you go get my nightgown so I can change out of these jeans?"
I trudged upstairs and retrieved a night gown.
With that she headed to the mud room to change and I headed back to the kitchen. I had to admit that she looked sexy in just the nightgown. It barely covered her ass and her legs glistened smooth and silky. As she walked through the kitchen, I pinned her against the refrigerator and offered her a kiss.
"What are you doing?" she asked, as if she was naïve to my advances.
"Nothing," I said with a twinkle in my eye.
I guess I was feeling the effects of the wine combined with the sexiness of my hot wife. I think I was even getting hard. She refused to play along and headed back to the couch. We settled down ready for the movie.
No sooner had she made herself comfortable again then she barked at me "Don't you want to get comfortable too?"
"What?" I asked.
"Get out of those jeans," she demanded. "You need to get comfortable for the movie."
It seemed like an odd request, but why fight it I thought to myself. I headed to the mudroom and dropped my jeans. In doing so, I felt a twinge of excitement down below. It wasn't hard, but I am sure it was noticeable as I returned to the living room back to my seat.
