Tammy 8

The continuing adventures of Jack & Tammy

By: Jack

OK, it has been quite some time since I wrote of our adventures. I have this one and one more to keep everyone up to speed. This one turned out to be really fun…

We went on another one of our weekend excursions a few weeks ago and I was ready to push the exhibitionism limits. I wasn’t sure how Tammy felt about it, but I figured: “what the hell, let’s see where we can take all of this?” Tammy was really getting into things on a regular basis.

We started out the weekend driving to a coastal/college town about two hours away. I had some ideas racing through my mind the entire drive down, but I didn’t let on. I wasn’t pushing anything in the car. (Of course, she spent the entire ride reading more erotic stories.) It was actually a good thing that we weren’t “showing” much. The rain was coming down on us like…um… ok, I can’t come up with a good metaphor here, but it was raining hard. Anyway, we got safely to the hotel, and checked in without a hitch.

Once inside the room, we started making out. This lasted for about 40 minutes. I decided it was time to quit, because she always does better when she is not hungry. So we ventured out to find a place to eat. What luck! We found a Mexican restaurant less than a block from the hotel. (She adores Mexican food.) And fortunately, the rain had subsided, so it was a comfortable walk, even if only for a block. When we ordered, she quickly requested a strawberry margarita and who was I to argue? As soon as the drink came, she took a sip and said: “this drink is REALLY strong!” Once again fate had smiled upon me. I told her not to worry about it, because we had a short walk back to the safety of the hotel. She drank that one down and described it as a glass of tequila with a little strawberry flavoring. As soon as she finished that one, I ordered another one for her, and she was more than willing to accept. I kept thinking that things are going way better than I could have planned. Throughout the meal, I was hinting that I had some ideas for dares, but I wanted to wait until the time was right to give her the most challenging dare to date.

When she was about halfway through the second drink, I decided that the time was right. I took a deep breath and said: “Here’s your dare. If it’s too much for you, you can decline.” She just sat staring at me. “When we get back to the room, I will order a pizza.” She told me that it didn’t sound like much of a challenge. I continued: “When the guy shows up at the door, you have to do whatever it takes for him to give you the pizza for free.” Her eyes got really big, and said: “Whatever it takes?” I just shook my head: “yes.” She thought about it for about ten seconds and said, that shouldn’t be too hard. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She obviously didn’t realize where this kind of dare could lead. I asked her if she would have the nerve to go through with it if the price he named was higher than she was expecting. She said: “I don’t know, but we can try it.” Tammy repeatedly told me that she thought she could accomplish this task with just showing a little skin. She quickly finished the rest of her drink, and I asked for the check right away. As we left, the drinks hit her and she had to hang onto me during the walk back. We passed a convenience store, so I decided that we should stop and get a package of condoms, just in case. Tammy had no idea why we went into the store, but as I was making the purchase I could see on her face that the potential reality of this dare might be more than she was bargaining for. I again gave her a chance to back out of it, but she still thought that it would be an easy task. “I won’t need them,” she stated, “but if it will make you feel better, go ahead and get them” So I bought them and we headed back.

As soon as we got back to the room, she said that I had better order the pizza quick or she might lose her nerve. I started calling the pizza places in the hotel directory, but they were all too far away. I found the numbers of some places closer to the hotel, but whenever someone answered the phone, I would hear the voice and realize that this was not the best situation for a pizza delivery. On the way to the hotel (initially) we stopped by a liquor store which was only 2 blocks from the hotel. As we went in, we both got an eerie feeling that we didn’t belong there. In fact, someone else in the store asked us: “Are y’all lost? This isn’t the best place for y’all to be.” We knew he was right when he said that and I think all of the pizza places were on that side of town. Everything had gone so well up to this point, but as it turned out, I was the one who could not go through with the dare. What can I say? She was too far wasted to be concerned with who might be delivering the pizza, and I couldn’t take the risk. When I told her that we would have to think of something else to do, she immediately got on the internet and started browsing.

When I asked what she was looking for, she told me she wanted the two of us to go to a strip club. I was stunned. I asked her what she wanted to do there and she said that she wanted to see what those women do, that would turn me on. That way she would be able to do it too. I had never been inside of one of those clubs, and I was not going to go with my wife the first time. I told her that I was not going to a club like that, and she said ok, but she kept browsing on the laptop. She said she wanted to go dancing. I told her I was too tired. Then she stopped an a webpage and turned the laptop toward me and she said: “This is where I want to go!” it was a party for swingers. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, so I asked her why she picked this place. She said she wasn’t looking to go out and swap spouses with another couple, but she thought it would be a good way to meet some fun people. I was thinking she wasn’t really serious, so I said ok, sign us up. As it turned out, you have to create a profile, and apply for membership and get accepted before you can get any information about one of these parties. That didn’t stop her, she filled out all of the information required and sent it off. After a few minutes, I explained to her that there was no way they were going to respond to her tonight, so we would have to think of something else to do.

She was adamant when she replied: “I am NOT staying cooped up in this room all night!!!” With that she stripped down and grabbed the ice bucket. She didn’t even bother to look out in the hall before she left the room; she just started walking toward the elevators. I grabbed the camera and was quickly behind her. When we got to the elevators, I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was getting ice. The only problem with that is that she had no idea where the ice machines were. There was a vending machine closet on every floor just to the side of the elevators, but she didn’t realize that. I told her the nearest machine was on the fifth floor. (We were on the third floor.) She pushed the button on the elevator and waited. As soon as the doors opened, a guy walks out and his eyes popped out of his head. He said (without taking his eyes off of Tammy) “Are you guys alright?” “Can I help you with something?” Tammy just smiled and walked on the elevator, I told him that we were doing just fine. As soon as we got on and Tammy pressed the button for the fifth floor the guy realized that he got off of the elevator on the wrong floor. He was headed for the second floor…lol he started to get back on the elevator with us, but the doors ere closing, and I could see the look of disappointment on his face. The elevator went down instead of up and Tammy didn’t even notice. When the doors opened, she got off and I followed. She looked at me and asked where the ice machine was. I told her that we were on the second floor not the fifth. But that we would have to walk down the hallway to the stairs to get to the next floor up before we could get back on the elevator. I was really having fun with her state of mind. When I said that, she saw the closet with the vending machines and she went in to get some ice. She put some ice in the bucket and took another ice cube and started rubbing her pussy with it. I started snapping pictures. Then I heard the elevator ding, and the doors opened. It was the same guy from New York that we had left on the third floor a couple of minutes ago. He peeked in at her and turned toward the rooms. Tammy seemed to be enjoying herself with the ice cube and I was getting a little more than turned on. We got back on the elevator and I pressed the button for the fifth floor.

Once we got off, she started walking down the hall toward our room. We got to the room, and I gave her the keycard. She swiped it and nothing happened. She tried again, and (of course) the same result. She looked at me and said “What’s wrong?” I told her that she was going to have to go down to the front desk and let them know that the key to the room didn’t work. She said: “Huh uh!!!” I couldn’t help but laugh, so I told her that we were on the wrong floor. We continued down the hall to the stairs and got off on the fourth floor. Of course, she still had no idea that we were on the wrong floor, but I was still having fun. We walked all the way down the hallway to the elevators and I pressed the down button. As we got on the elevator, she said why didn’t we just take the stairs down one more flight. I told her that this was more fun, and I pressed the button for the second floor. We got off on the second floor and had to walk all the way down the hallway again to the stairs so that we could end up on the third floor.

We got back to the room and she actually wanted to mix herself another drink. I told her that it wasn’t a good idea to put more alcohol into her body right now. She agreed. She grabbed the red bathrobe (in the other picture) and put it on. Then she found one of the condoms and told me to put it in my pocket. Before I could ask what she had in mind, she was out the door again, with the (now emptied) ice bucket. Halfway down the hallway, I asked her what she had in mind. She looked at me and said: “Don’t you think that having this over me is sexier than totally naked?” I didn’t say much. I was trying to keep up with her while taking pictures. We got to the elevators and she pressed the down button. When the elevator doors opened this time, another guy sees her and I outside. He never said a word, but would not take his eyes off her. He turned around to watch her as the elevator doors closed. His expression was really funny. She pressed the button for the second floor. I had no idea what she had in mind, but when the doors opened she got some ice in the bucket, and posed for some more pictures. (She was again rubbing some ice around and in her already soaked pussy.) When she had enough of that, she went over toward the rooms, turned the corner and started knocking on the first door. Then she backed up a step to wait for whoever answered. Not only did I not know what she was doing, but I was beside myself. I immediately asked “What are you doing?” She said: “I’m trying to find that first guy that we saw on the elevator. “Who, the guy from New York,” I replied. She said yes. I asked her “Why?” She was very calm when she said: “He was kind of cute and you wanted to watch me fuck another guy. So, I am trying to find him.” “Are you kidding me?!?! I never said that!” I immediately followed. She said: “Then why would you give me that dare if you didn’t want me to do something with someone else?” I was stunned. I told her that I didn’t expect her to go through with the dare. She had called my bluff and it almost back-fired. Fortunately, no one answered the door, so she proceeded to the next one. I was able to stop her from knocking on it.

I got her back to the room, but she was still restless and wanted to go out. By now it was late and I told her there was no way that we were going anywhere. I pushed her on the bed and proceeded to lick her pussy for about 40 minutes. The more I licked the wetter she got. We finally finished her off with the vibrator and she finished me with her mouth… that was a memorable visit to that city…

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