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 ï>¿Daphne exposed.  By Lady Grey

   George read once more through the credit card statement and again he
couldn't believe it.  She had been out and done it again, even after all he
had said to her last month.  Daphne had overspent her personal budget by
over 50%, and on what?  Beauty treatments, waxing, massage, tanning,
facials and other treatments, some that he did not even know existed or
what they did.  My God, he thought to himself, she must be the local beauty
salon's biggest customer.

   Well, this was it.  He had warned her last month and now he was going to
show her who was boss in this house.  He had already thought out a plan to
put her in her place, to make her realise that she could not go on like
this without facing the consequences.

   He was ready for her when she came in, her arms loaded with packages.
She had been spending again.  He called her into the lounge and made her
sit down.  Then he showed her the statement.  "It's just not good enough,"
he raved, "and I'm going to teach you a lesson about how you can't go on
like this without accepting the consequences."

   She smiled at him.  "But darling, I need to go to the salon," she said.
"You want me to look beautiful for you, don't you?"

   "Beautiful," he snorted.  "When do I see the beauty?  Waxing, massages,
tanning: the beauty salon sees more of your body than I do and I'm

   paying for it.  Well, now I intend to get my money's worth."

   She looked at him, surprised by his outburst.  "And how do you intend to
do that?" she inquired.

   It was his turn to smile.  "If I'm spending my money, I like to see what
I'm spending it on.  I like to show it off to my friends so they can see as
well, so that's what we are going to do.  It's my turn to host the poker
night next week and you will be the hostess."

   She looked at him.  "But I'm always the hostess, aren't I, darling?"

   "Yes, you are my dear, but this time it will be a little different.
You've spent so much on your body that I think its time we all saw what we
have gotten for our money.  So next week you'll not only be the hostess,
but you'll also be the naked hostess."

   She looked at him aghast.  "You're joking?"

   He shook his head.  "No, I'm not, I'm serious."

   It was then that she suddenly realised, yes, he was serious.  "You
wouldn't make me do something like that, not in front of our friends?  I
couldn't."

   George grinned.  "That's my final word on the matter.  You either do as
I ask, or I will cut your personal budget completely.  You will have to
find a job, go out to work, and earn it if you want any personal money."

   Daphne whined and cajoled, but George stood firm.  She could either do
as she was told or accept the consequences.

   On Saturday morning, George played a round of golf with three of his
poker buddies.  They were walking off the forth green when Harold mentioned
he was looking forward to Wednesday night.  "Hopefully, I'll be taking some
more cash off you," he said with a grin.

   George grinned.  "You might have other things on your mind on Wednesday
night other than taking my cash off me." Harold stopped and looked at him
questioningly.  Joe and Bert, who were walking slightly ahead, also stopped
and turned.

   "You got something special planned?" Bert inquired.

   George nodded and then told them about the plan.  They all listened with
mounting interest.

   "And do you think she'll actually do it?" Joe inquired when he had
finished "I don't think she has any other options," George said with a wry
smile.  "Fuck me," Harold said.  "Do you mean Daphne's going to be totally
naked serving the drinks, and bringing round the food?"

   George nodded.  "But don't any of you get any ideas.  It's no touching,
just looking."

   Joe grinned.  "I don't mind just looking," he said, rubbing his hands
together.  "She's got a nice body on her, your Daphne.  I've often wondered
what she might look like naked." The others laughed.

   Daphne hadn't said any more to George about the matter.  She knew she
would not change his mind, but she had rung Monica, their daughter, who was
attending college in a town about an hour away.  Monica was understandably
shocked.  "How can he make you do something like that?" Monica exclaimed.
Daphne went on to explain about the credit card, but Monica said that that
was no reason for him to pull such a stunt.

   "I'll pop over on Sunday and have a word with him and see if I can get
him to change his mind."

   It was just after lunch when Monica arrived.  Daphne was washing the
dinner pots and George was in the lounge reading the Sunday paper.  "Hi,
dad," she said as she walked into the lounge.

   George looked up and nodded.  "What do you want?  Run out of money
again?" This was the usual reason for her to call.

   She shook her head and flopped down in an arm chair.  Her mini skirt
slid up her legs exposing her thighs.  George shook his head; teenage girls
today: no shame, another inch shorter and she would be flashing her
panties.

   "It's about mom," she said.

   "What about mom?"

   "It's what you're asking her to do on Wednesday."

   George looked at her.  "It's nothing to do with you.  It's between your
mom and me."

   "But you can't ask her to do it, to appear in front of your friends
without her clothes on.  It's disgusting."

   "As I said already, it's nothing to do with you; you don't live here."
He lifted his paper up and started reading.  The conversation was over.



   Monica waited a few moments and then got up and went back into the
kitchen.  George heard them talking together.  He smiled to himself.  He
ought to have taken a stronger line before as it seemed to work.  A few
minutes later he was disturbed again.  Monica stood in the doorway.  "I
think you're awful, doing that to mom, and if you go ahead with it, well, I
will join her.  I won't let her be humiliated on her own."

   George looked up and smiled at his attractive nineteen year old
daughter. "That's up to you.  I'm sure my friends won't object to having
two naked hostesses."

   Monica glared at him.  "You're just a dirty old man," she said and
stormed out.

   Wednesday couldn't come quickly enough for George.  The word had gotten
out to the other two members of the poker club: Frank, who was the captain
of the golf club, and Peter, who was an old friend from his college days.
Several e-mails had appeared on his computer screen at the office inquiring
if things were still going ahead.  George was more than happy to reply that
so far there had been no change in his plans.

   On Wednesday before he left for work, he told Daphne that she could use
the beauty salon today if she wished, but only if she intended to follow
his wishes to the letter.  He kissed her lightly on the cheek and drove off
to work at the Acme Construction Company, the company he managed.

   He always returned home at 4 p.m.  on poker nights, leaving the office
early to get things ready: sort out the poker chips, brush down the table,
and check and count the cards.  Daphne was in the kitchen putting the
finishing touches to the buffet.  She made no comment about what was
happening later, but he did notice she had had her hair done.

   George showered and dressed casually and by 7 p.m., he was down awaiting
the first of his guests.  He was more than a little surprised when the
front door opened and Monica walked in.

   "Where's mom?" she inquired.

   George pointed to the stairs.  "Up there getting ready."

   She stared at him, not saying anything, and then made her way up the
stairs.

   It had just turned seven fifteen.  George checked his watch.  The guys
usually came over all together in one car with one of their wives driving,
and then shared a taxi home.  He glanced out of the window; no sign of them
yet.  With what was on offer, he had expected them to be early.  Suddenly
from behind him there was a slight cough.  He turned and his eyes opened
wide, for standing just inside the doorway were Daphne and Monica.  Apart
from a small frilly apron that almost, but not quite, hid their pussies,
long black hold ups, and a cheeky little maids cap on their heads, they
were both totally naked.

   George smiled and nodded when he got over the initial surprise.  They
both looked delightful, especially Monica.  She must have only been nine or
ten the last time he had seen her without her clothes, but now she had
grown up, everywhere.  Her large firm breasts were capped with dark
nipples, her stomach was flat, and he could just see the delights of her
clean shaven pussy peeping under the bottom of the small apron.

   Daphne also looked delightful in her nakedness as well, although she did
not look quite as confident about it as her daughter.

   He wondered to himself if this little display was meant just for him,
maybe to make him change his mind.  Could he really put his daughter
through this as well as his wife?  Expose his young nineteen year old
daughter naked to his friends?  But there was no chance of him calling it
off now, everyone was looking forward to it.

   The silence was broken as the front door bell rang.  "Would one of you
answer that?" he said with a slight smile.

   The two women looked at each other.  "I'll go," said Monica.  "Mom, you
go and get the drinks."

   George looked as Monica turned and headed for the front door.  He could
not take his eyes off the long black stockings and the firm twin pale
globes of her bottom as it enticingly twitched and moved with the movement
of her body.

   She opened the door and smiled as the five guests just stood there and
stared.  "Won't you all come in?" she said, standing back to allow them
into the hall.  "If you would like to come this way," she said smiling, "my
father is waiting for you in the lounge."

   Five pairs of eyes followed her firm little bottom as she strode
confidently down the hall.  George smiled as his already slightly awe
struck guests followed Monica into the lounge.

   She smiled at them.  "I'll just go and check on the drinks," she said.
Then she turned and made her way to the kitchen.  Again, the eyes followed
her until the door closed behind her.

   "That's not your Monica, is it?" Bert asked.

   George nodded.  "She came over on Sunday and tried to talk me out of it.
When I said I wouldn't change my mind, she threatened to join forces with
her mother, so I let her.  So now you are getting two for the price of
one," he beamed.

   Just then the kitchen door opened and it was Daphne's turn to make an
appearance.  George was pleased to see she looked nervous.  She carried a
tray with the drinks.  She held it up trying to cover her breasts; well,
for a moment at least.  George knew it must be a lot harder for her to do
this than it had been for Monica.  For one thing, Daphne knew everyone in
the room and most of their wives.  What would they think if they found out
that she had displayed herself like this before their husbands?

   The five men greeted her politely, thanking her for their drinks, but as
she moved around the room serving the drinks, she could not help but notice
that they were not looking her in the eyes.  Their eyes were elsewhere,
appraising her large breasts, her trim bottom, and even trying to get to
see a just a little more of her pussy that was only just partly hidden from
their prying eyes under the short apron.

   Now with all the drinks handed out, she had lost her screen.  She
couldn't go around with the tray held up in front of her anymore.  Now
there was nothing to prevent them seeing her breasts, and no doubt noticing
that her nipples were already extended and erect.  She dearly wanted to
escape back to the safety of her kitchen, but the men wanted to talk; well,
that was their excuse.  She knew they wanted to look at her exposed
breasts, and the more they stared, the harder her nipples seemed to become.


   At last she was offered some relief when Monica came in with a tray of
snacks and some of the guys turned their attention to the younger woman. 
Daphne was glad when at last the socializing was over and they all went
through to the poker room.  At last she was able to escape back to the
kitchen.

   As the men began to play poker, Monica and Daphne circulated with drinks
and snacks.  Daphne was a little surprised to see that Monica seemed the
have had no problem being naked in front of the five strangers and she
joked and laughed with them.  Daphne noticed that she even went as far as
leaning over against them when she placed their drinks and allowed her
breasts to brush against them.

   With her own initial appearance over, she was feeling slightly more
relaxed.  As Monica had said to her before they started, "Once they have
seen it all, mom, you have nothing else for them to see." Monica had been
right.  She could still feel the eyes on her body whenever she was in the
room, but now it was not bothering her as much as it had done at first. 
Tonight the poker game went well, but with the added attraction of the two
naked women circulating around the room, the men were more distracted than
usual, and a few bad calls were made.  But this did not in any way distract
from the enjoyment of the evening.

   As the night wore on, George noticed that Daphne seemed to be getting a
little more confident.  She was accepting the stares, spending more time in
the room.  George decided it was time to raise the stakes for Daphne.  He
made a note on a piece of paper and passed it to her when she next came
around with the drinks.  She waited until she returned to the kitchen
before she opened it.  There were just five words on it.  "Time to loose
the aprons." She showed the note to Monica who read it and grinned. 
"That's no problem, mom.  Let's just do it, and show him we don't care
anymore." Monica untied her apron and dropped it on the side, and then she
picked up a plate of snacks and headed out of the door.

   George saw her come out.  He saw the apron was missing.  Her shaven
pussy was now open to view.  The others didn't notice at first until she
started offering the plate of food around.  The first person to notice was
Frank.  His eyes bulged and then the others saw the delightful sight.

   Monica smiled at them.  "Is everything now to your liking?" she said
cheekily.

   They all nodded in unison.  "Yes, everything!"

   Daphne found it a little more difficult to totally expose herself.  The
apron had been Monica's idea.  It was only a small thing, but she had felt
with it on that she had not been totally naked; almost but not quite.  But
now with the apron removed, she was again a little embarrassed.  Exposing
her breasts to George's friends had been one thing.  She had gotten used to
that and it had even excited her a little to feel the eyes on her body, but
now she was putting everything on show.  They would be able to see her
pouting pussy lips, and the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair.  She shook
her head.  As a married woman, she shouldn't be displaying such intimate
items as these to strangers.

   As she made her way in with fresh drinks, her nipples were feeling rock
hard and aching.  Her pussy lips were already feeling moist.  She could
feel the men now looking at her down there.  Could they see she was wet? 
She hoped not.  As she leaned over the table to place the full glasses and
remove the empties, she almost jumped as she felt a hand on her thigh.  It
was George.  He smiled as his hand slid up and his fingers stroked between
her legs and over her pussy.  Her face was crimson.  Had the others seen
his action?  She dearly hoped not.

   At last, the party broke up.  Daphne sighed.  At last the ordeal was
over. The guests all said goodnight.  They thanked Daphne and Monica for
their participation in the evening's events, and with a last look at the
two naked women, they reluctantly left as their cab arrived.  Daphne made
her way to the kitchen and slipped into a robe.  She was glad at last to be
able to cover her nakedness,

   In the lounge, George poured himself another drink and sat down in his
arm chair.  Monica came in.  She was still naked.  "Can I get myself one of
those?" she asked, pointing to his glass.  He nodded.  She half filled a
glass, tasted the drink, and sank down into the arm chair opposite.  She
didn't seem at all concerned that she was still naked and displaying
herself openly to her father, even to the extent of her legs being open a
little wider then was really necessary.  She was giving George an
interesting view of her pussy, the outer lips now slightly parted, showing
him just a glimpse of the wet warm pink interior.  She saw him looking at
her and she smiled.  Her hand went down and she parted the lips even
further.  Her fingers dipped inside and came out slicked with wetness.

   "I guess you'd love to fuck me, wouldn't you, daddy?" she said in that
little girl voice.

   George said nothing.  He just kept looking at the fingers slipping
slowly in and out of her delightful pussy.

   "If you ever pull a stunt like that on mom again, I'll tell her you
have, and I'll also tell your friends."

   George smiled again.  Who did she think she was talking to?  She still
wasn't too big to be put across his knee, and he would enjoy slapping that
delightful bottom until it glowed red.  He might even teach the little slut
a lesson and take her up on her offer.

   Then an even better idea started to filter around his mind.  He had
really enjoyed the evening.  It had excited him, having the power over the
women to make them bend to his wishes.  His friends tonight had been
gentlemen, and treated Daphne and Monica with respect.  They had all
enjoyed the show put on by the two women, but what if things were
different? Maybe next time instead of his golf buddies, what about the guys
from work, the guys from his construction company?  Yes, why not?  That
might really be an interesting night.

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