13/01/2020
My sensuous wife, Annie, is very playful, but she has boundaries unless and until I play one card – “I dare you to (fill in the blank)… .” My favorite example: One night in Dallas we had been at a bohemian-type bar having a great time, playing darts, drinking pitchers of beer, dancing around to a live indie band’s music, flirting with each other.
Annie had gotten tipsy and had gone so far as to unbutton three more buttons of her shirt, which, thanks to her low-cut bra, created a great view of her cleavage. And when she would lean forward, exhale deeply and squeeze her chest, I’d get a great view of her tits and some nipple flash. So would any patron who noticed her, and many standing around our table had gotten quite an eyeful of Annie’s 33B charms. The guys were respectful, and Annie loved their attention, occasionally and coyly pulling her long, straight hair around to cover up.
By the time we decided to go home around 1 a.m., I was 6 feet of flaming, nuclear libido and so was 5’3” Annie. Something about the cool night air felt way sexy to both of us, and we flirted more as we walked to our car. Once seated, we grabbed our seat belts and began to buckle up. I noticed that the belt pulled Annie’s shirt to one side, exposing her sexy bra and cleavage. An idea came to mind as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the boulevard.
“Hey, Annie, I dare you to take off that shirt,” I said. “You’re nuts,” she said.
“No, really. I dare you, I dare you to take off your shirt.”
The dare worked. Feigning disgust, Annie shucked her shirt. Then I came back quickly with a second dare: “I dare you to take off your bra. Now. Show me your sexy tits.”
In no time, she unhooked her bra, slid it off and pitched it in the floorboard. She was a topless goddess in the glow of passing streetlights. I instinctively reached over and caressed her tits and tweaked her nipples which had grown hard. She smiled. Then I ran my hand between her legs, massaging her pussy while she ran her hands across her tits and played with her nipples. “Mmmmm,” she said, finally getting into our naughty adventure. “This is fun. I like messing around with a nasty, nasty boy.”
Erotic fantasies also usually stoked her libido, so I began fantasizing out loud about how some passing motorist would see her tits and want to suck her nipples … lick her pussy … let her jack him off … maybe he would be with his wife who would get topless and masturbate … maybe they would want to join us … . “Annie,” I said, “I dare you to take off your jeans, take off your panties and get all the way naked and masturbate.”
As we entered the freeway, she complied slowly and sensually in a striptease that took my boner to an even harder level. Annie slid a bit farther down in her seat, spread her pretty legs and began to flick her clit and gently run her fingers around her pussy. Then she began to talk fantasy. “Yeah,” she said, “I’d let them suck my nipples. There would be two guys, one for each nipple, and they’d suck them. And they’d pull out their cocks and I’d jack them off… their wives would be with us, and they’d be naked and you’d be sucking their tits and eating their pussies. I wouldn’t care.”
She knew how to edge, and by the time we got home in our quiet suburban neighborhood, we were about to explode. I had one last dare as I parked in our driveway, not the garage.
“Annie,” I said, “it’s a dark, new-moon night. I dare you to run to the front door naked. Here are the keys.” She scooped up her clothes and jumped out of the car but stopped halfway to the front door, threw her things on the lawn and stood there naked with one hand on a hip. “Bring them with you,” she ordered, then she walked casually to the porch.
That night, we had a marathon sexfest that lasted past dawn. Our adventure became one of our favorites. There have been many encores with variations.