Bet with my wife 4

I walked down to the car and hopped into the driver's seat, finally realizing how much I shrunk. I had to move the seat forward a few inches and adjust all the mirrors. Satisfied, I turned on the car and drove to the store. The list seemed reasonable, so I grabbed a carry basket and started to make the rounds. 2 lbs of chicken breasts, peanut butter, a gallon of milk and part of the produce list in, my arm started to get tired so I switched. I got through some more of the produce before I had to switch again. I still need to get the pasta, OJ and wine. I eyed the carts at the front of the store as I walked by, but refused to stop. I'd get something, and swap arms. I thought I was in good shape too. I guess my female self needed to spend more time with weights and less with cardio. I finally got everything and proceeded to check out. I put the basket on the ground because I couldn't pick it up to the level of the countertop at first. After clearing a few thing, I put the basket closer to the belt. After totalling up the bill, the bagger looked at me, then the 7 bags of groceries. "Let me get you a cart, miss, " and ran off. I grabbed the bags and somehow managed to lift them to the car before the bagger got back. The whole adventure took me about an hour. I realized I could have saved time with the cart, but the male me wouldn't have needed it. I didn't need something to make life easier, because that meant that something was harder. I got back home and parked the car. With some huffing and puffing I got the groceries in the door and put them on the floor in the kitchen. "How'd it go?" asked my wife from the computer in the second bedroom/office/yoga studio/multipurpose room "Fine, piece of cake." "I heard you doing some breathing exercises on the way in. Sounds like they were heavy. Next time ask for help," said my wife coming out of the room with her shirt off wearing boxers. How'd she score a 8 pack and I couldn't lift 8 bags? "I see you got comfortable doing bills." "I realized I could go topless without issues, so I went for it. And you walk around in your boxers when we are home. It's very liberating wearing less." "I can do that too." "Sure, dear, sure." I felt a little silly standing there in a bra, but I stared at my wife, until she said "You aren't topless." I tore of my bra "I sure am, " I laughed triumphantly at my success in going topless.
"You sure showed me about that sweetie..." I recognized that look in her eyes "What?" I asked, as she looked at my jeans. "I think you know," she said with a smirk. I started to unbutton my jeans and then unzip them. I was about to put them down when I saw Jeannie's boxers start to tent a little. "Jeannie, are you enjoying this?" "Of course." "I mean enjoying this" "Wha?, " replied Jeannie looking down at her boxers, which allowed the tip of her penis out. I stared at it, not used to seeing one outside of a locker room. I felt my cheeks flush a little bit. "Sorry, I'm not used to controlling this thing " she said tucking it back in, but still having a little tenting. "It's OK, Jeannie. They do have a mind of their own, sometimes making it a little difficult." "Sure sure. Now where were we?" I put my hands on the sides of my jeans and pulled them down, letting my breasts dangle under me for a moment. I looked up and Jeannie's penis was sticking out again, but a little more this time. It was flattering, disgusting, intriguing and awkward all at the time time. I decided to go "all in" to make Jeannie feel uncomfortable, trying to win our bet.