Wardrobe Malfunction

Wendy drove to the country club. She and her best friend Sara played their friends Macia and Gayle. Wendy thought about the Would You Rather app about the choices and had a hard time concentrating. Normally, she was one of the best at the club as she played varsity tennis in high school and played since, but she played the worst game in years, and she and Sara lost in straight sets and thus had to pay for lunch.

The four showered and went to get dressed in the locker room. That's when Wendy noticed she did not have a clean pair of panties. She was also the last to finish dressing and told the other three to get a table. She put on her short pink skirt and matching sleeveless top. Checked her hair and make-up in the mirror and left her sweaty tennis dud in her gym bag and put them in her locker.

Wendy walked down the hall that led from the locker room to the foyer of the club then across to the cafe. There were a few people in the foyer and when she entered the cafe, she saw her friends on the opposite side near the window that overlooked the first hole of the golf course.

Wendy strode through the cafe. She heard a few gasps and even a giggle or two. She pulled out a chair from the table and sat down. That's when she felt the cool feel of the cloth seat against her bare butt. Her eyes went wide, and she looked up at the crowd in the cafe. All eyes were on her. She reached behind her. The bottom of her skirt somehow got rolled up and tucked into the waistband meaning she had just strutted through the club with her ass on full display. She blushed, gulped, and untucked her skirt. She put her face in her hands.

Her friends got it out of Wendy about what just happened. Wendy brought up the app, and the four decided it was just a coincidence, a humiliating coincidence, but a coincidence nonetheless.

Wendy turned her back to the cafe patrons and had a small pasta salad and iced tea for lunch. After lunch, Wendy went to the grocery store for some snacks for her and her husband Greg. She arrived home to find the maid, Rosaline, a 40-year-old Costa Rican immigrant. She was an attractive single mom, very friendly, and the best maid Wendy had ever known. She did not tell Rosaline of her humiliation and went to take a nap.

The evening went by without incident. Rosaline prepared her special: roast pork with rice and black beans for the couple, then she and Greg enjoyed some white wine on the back porch overlooking the pool. She told Greg of her humiliation, and he told her it would soon be forgotten - a lie she did believe.

At 8 pm, she went inside to use the bathroom, and the phone dinged. The app gave her another choice:

Would you Greg with the greatest blowjob of his life or would you rather have Greg wake you with his cock in your ass?

You have 10 seconds to decide, or the choice will be made for you.

"The fuck? How do you know my husband's name?" asked Wendy.