by Vivian Ward
Tom doles out a shot of tequila for each of us and the four of us pound them down.
“Okay,” my husband says once the tequila’s gone and there’s a mound of lime wedges on the center of the picnic table. “Since Hunter did the asking last time, it’s my turn to do it next.”
I watch my husband get up and stir the fire that’s slowly burning and I can’t get over how sexy he looks with the bright flames flickering against his skin.
“Beth, are you still going first or do you want someone else to go first?” he asks.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I can go first or someone else can, I don’t care either way.”
Nobody is volunteering, so my husband asks me to pick a truth or a dare.
“Umm…,” I can’t decide which to choose.
“Stop stalling. Truth or dare?” he blurts out.
“Okay, dare,” I say.
I know the instant that I choose dare it’s a mistake by the gleam in his eyes.
Chapter Nine
Beth
The look in his eyes tells me that I’m in trouble. This isn’t just the regular, “You’re going to get it.” He looks at me in the same manner as when an animal hunts its prey, and I know what this means.
Big trouble.
“I dare you,” he pauses, taking a drink of his beer before he continues. “To take off your top—and stay that way for the rest of the night.”
What the hell?
The expression on my face must read the same thought that just flashed through my mind because he laughs and says, “Yes, really.”
My mouth has gone dry, and I’m trying to pick my jaw up off the ground, but I can’t get over what he just dared me to do.
“That’s a pretty crazy dare,” I say to my husband who’s really pushing his limits with this one.
This has to be the craziest dare or stunt that he’s ever come up with but the look on his face tells me that he’s dead serious.
“What if I don’t want to do that dare? Then what?” I ask.
“Nope,” Tom shakes his head. “No take backs. You chose dare.”
I look over at our new friends and they’re watching in awe, waiting for me to go on with the dare.
He’s so going to pay for this one.
“Okay, here goes,” I say.
My voice sounds calm and confident but I’m nervous as hell on the inside, and I can’t believe I’m going through with this.
I slip my hand behind my back and find the string to my bikini top, giving it a good tug to undo it. The top instantly loosens, and I lift it off over my head.
The cool night air contrasts against the warm fire, making my nipples instantly harden. I fold my arms across my chest, trying to cover myself but my breasts are so large that my forearms don’t offer much coverage.
“Let us see you,” he says.
My husband reaches out for my arms and pulls them away from my body, exposing my breasts for all to see. Slowly, he rubs the peaks of my nipples with the pad of his thumb, teasing them and causing them to become more erect.
If I thought I was wet before, I must be drenched by now.
“Who’s next?” he says, keeping his gaze locked on me.
“I am,” Hunter says.
My husband’s eyes dance with excitement as a slow grin creeps across his face. He finally looks away from me and turns his attention to Hunter.
“Truth or dare?” he asks him.
“Dare,” Hunter chooses.
Without even looking at me or giving it a second thought, my husband doesn’t miss a beat.
“I dare you to kiss Beth,” my husband says to him.
I don’t think any of us were prepared to hear that dare come out of my husband’s mouth because even Hunter looks surprised.
As he walks over to me, I can feel the excitement brewing in the air. It’s a mixture of nervousness, giddiness, and fear.
If I weren’t married, I could see myself dating a guy like him, like either one of them really, and I think that’s what scares me the most. If he were just the average Joe, none of this would be a big deal, but there’s been a chemistry and attraction with him since we introduced ourselves.
For some reason, I think Tom’s picked up on this. It’s almost like he can sense it or feel it. I can’t put my finger on what it is between us or what my husband’s picking up on, but there’s something to this.
Looking into Hunter’s soft baby blues that contrast so well against his tan skin, I can see the nervousness twinkling within them. My vision focuses on his lips, and I watch him lick them, moistening them before he kisses me.
Smiling, he leans down in front of me and places his hand on the table. Following his movement with my eyes, I can’t help but stare at his muscles as I bring my eyes back to meet his gaze.
“Well, seems like your husband has dared me to kiss you,” his deep voice rolls off the tip of his tongue.
“Seems like,” I smile.
I am so glad we’ve been drinking.
Puckering my lips, I lean forward and close my eyes to kiss him. As he leans closer to me, our bare chests press against one another as his full lips lock with mine.
He pulls away only seconds after his lips land on mine, and I instinctively place my fingertips where his lips were just pressed against mine. Wishing they were still locked together and wanting more of him.
Holy shit! I can’t believe how much he can effect me with just a quick peck!
The wetness starting to pool between my legs is evidence that the chemistry between this man and me really does exist. There’s nothing imaginary about it at all.
If it were Shawn kissing me, I have no doubt that the kiss would be electrifying with the way he’s been flirting with me and how attracted I am to him, but Hunter? I had no clue how much I liked him.
“No, I mean a real kiss,” my husband says.
The campfire pops, startling me for a moment. It brings me back to reality that this is really happening and that’s when it becomes undeniable that my husband also wants more.
I never thought I’d say this before, but I’m ready to give it to him.
Hunter leans back down to me, pressing his bare chest against my naked breasts and now I know why my husband’s dare to me was to remain topless.
He’s setting this up.
None of this has been an accident, and I’m more than okay with it. I’m ready for it.
As I realize that this game of truth or dare is about to reach a point of no return, I begin to mentally prepare myself for whatever my husband’s plans are for the four of us because I know Hunter is next and the night is just getting started.
Hunter’s lips come crashing down on mine hard and fast, his hands wrapping around the back of my head as he pulls me into him. There’s no doubt he felt what I felt and wants more, too.
After a few minutes, he slowly pulls his tongue out of my mouth and softly bites my bottom lip, making me quiver.
I am putty in this man’s hands.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” my husband says.
He and Shawn both start clapping and yelling, “Wooo!”
A small part of me is embarrassed, but I’m also very excited and eager to see what else my husband has up his sleeve. Shaking my head, I grab my beer and take a drink.
“Here, have a shot,” one of them says as a shot glass filled with amber liquid magically appears before me.
When I look up, it’s Hunter, and he also has a shot and two lime wedges.
“Come on,” he says. “Do a shot with me?”
I lick the salt from the back of my hand and take my shot. The warm tequila burns as it goes down, but I love the warm fuzzy feeling it gives me. I quickly chase it down with the lime.
“Shawn,” my husband says, “truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he proudly announces.
Of course, why wouldn’t he choose dare after seeing his friend getting to kiss me?
My husband looks at me and stares at my
naked breasts as he comes up with Shawn’s dare. When I first took my top off for my dare, I felt vulnerable and a little embarrassed but not now.
It doesn’t bother me one bit. Actually, it feels empowering. I feel free, and I like it, so I sit up a little straighter, giving my husband—and the guys—a better view of my rack.
“Shawn, I dare you to go down on my wife for as long as you can without making her cum.”
Whoah!
I can’t believe he just dared him to do that. This is way bigger than a kiss.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he finishes the last of his beer, he smashes the can and tosses it into the fire while he makes his way over to me.
“With pleasure,” he grins.
Just like my husband did earlier, Shawn drops to his knees in the sandy dirt between my legs.
“I’m going to need to remove these,” he looks up at Tom. “Unlike your husband earlier, I’m going to be a while because this won’t be just a kiss.”
His fingers hook around the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms, and he begins sliding them down my body. I lift my ass off the seat of the bench, allowing him to remove them completely as he finishes pulling them off around my ankles.
“Open up, beautiful,” he says, pulling my knees apart.
He doesn’t have to pull very hard because I let them drop to the sides and open right up for him. Looking over at my husband, I can see that he’s watching intently.
“I’ll try not to make her come, but no promises,” he smiles, then his face disappears into my wetness.
I can’t believe my husband is going to let another man touch me, become intimate with me. Watching was always one thing but actually acting on it? That’s entirely different.
But at the same time, I can’t help but want it. I mean, I’ve been practically naked in front of them all night, and all of them have been staring at me.
I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t already had a few dirty thoughts myself.
“Ohhh,” I moan out as his tongue slowly circles my button.
This is a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. As hot as he is, it shouldn’t surprise me that he’d be an expert at eating pussy, but damn he’s good!
Dare I say, maybe even as good as my husband?
I feel guilty for thinking that, but I can’t help it. This man could melt steel with his tongue as hot as he is at eating pussy. For some reason—maybe because I have my husband’s approval—I don’t feel guilty at all.
Enjoying the sensation of another man’s mouth, I go with it and let him do whatever he wants to me. Maybe Tom’s just in a mood, maybe it’ll never happen again. Whatever the reason for tonight, I’m not complaining one bit.
I let my head drop back and bathe in the moonlight and warm glow of the fire as he continues lapping up my juices. I’m almost ashamed of how wet I am for this man, but I’m not. I know that I should be because this man isn’t my husband.
In fact, he’s a perfect stranger. Other than knowing his name is Shawn—if that’s his real name—I don’t have a clue what his last name is or where he’s from or anything.
The tip of his tongue traces the hood of my clit as it slowly moves closer and closer to my entrance and I hold my breath in anticipation until he slips it inside of me and begins tongue fucking my pussy.
“Ohhhh!” I cry out as I reach for his hair.
His hair is soft and thick in my hands, the perfect kind for pulling and that’s exactly what I do.
Enjoying the sweet torture he’s putting me through, I suddenly feel something on my face, near my mouth. My eyes pop open, and that’s when I see my husband with the fire burning brightly behind him.
He’s discarded his pants and is stroking his cock. Pre-cum is practically dripping from his tip, and it’s begging to be sucked on.
Opening my mouth, I nod at my husband, inviting him for a blow job. As hot as it’s always been being watched by other people, having them participate is even hotter!
Chapter Ten
Tom
She looks like a fucking angel with her legs dangling over another man’s shoulders. Maybe it’s the pose she’s in or the way her eyes barely flutter beneath the lid, but it’s undeniable that she loves what this man is doing to her body.
I love watching my wife being pleased by him. It’s got me so fucking turned on right now that my cock is throbbing and aching for release.
As selfish as I might be for setting things up for tonight one small step at a time, I want this to be all about her and her pleasure. I, literally, want to watch him make my wife squirm and come all over his face.
Maybe I took things a bit too far tonight. She has been drinking, after all, but I don’t see her hesitating one bit. I know she’s enjoying herself and that’s exactly what I’d hoped for.
None of this would be any fun or worth it if she were nervous, scared or unsure of herself. She’s none of those things.
There’s something so fucking sexy about watching my hot, confident wife own her feminism and embrace it. Deep down, I always knew she had it in her and tonight she’s showing me that side. She’s taking everything she wants and enjoying the hell out of it.
I reach down, cupping the back of her head to give her more support as my stiff cock slides inside of her mouth.
Damn. She looks even more beautiful with both of our hands on her.
With my cock in her mouth, I can feel the slight vibrations of every moan that escapes her body as she licks and sucks my tip. She’s always given the best blowjobs, and with the way things are going, I don’t know if I’ll be able to last long.
From time to time, my wife looks up at me, and I can see the sexual hunger in her eyes. She wants more. She’s telling me with her beautiful dark eyes, and I’ll make sure she has more than enough to keep her satisfied.
Most men would be too scared to let their wives enjoy themselves, but not me. I know Beth would never leave me, not for a minute. She’s all mine and I’m all hers.
It’s as simple as that.
Not wanting to leave anyone out and give her the sexual satisfaction that she craves, I nod to Hunter and give him the okay to come join us.
As he approaches, he grabs Beth’s breasts and begins playing with them while Shawn continues to eat her pussy. When her eyes flutter open again and she notices Hunter’s joined us, she eagerly grabs his cock and takes him in her mouth.
Alternating between jacking each of us off and blowing us, we have her more than occupied and with the way she’s grinding against Shawn’s face, I don’t think she’s going to last much longer either.
Like my favorite book, I know what each page holds. I know exactly where one arc begins and the next one ends. I can read her like no other.
She always does that right before she comes; grinds against my face. But I know my wife well and she won’t get there unless you’re fingering her while you eat her out, so I give him a little assistance and reach between my wife’s legs.
For the first time all night, I notice that I’m trembling while she’s completely confident. She’s so sure of herself and everything that’s going on around her, but I find that I’m the one nervous as hell but I do my best to control myself and keep it under my hat.
She’s completely fucking soaking wet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this wet. Shawn stops for a moment to look up at me, but I smile at him.
“Trust me,” I say. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He dives right back between her legs while she continues to stroke me and blow Hunter at the same time.
I know we’ve all had a lot to drink tonight, but I wouldn’t change anything. My wife is enjoying herself and that’s all that matters. This has been a long-time fantasy of mine and now that it’s finally coming true, I don’t want it to end.
Picking up my pace, I begin to finger her harder and faster, just how she likes it. It’s all about those arcs; those valleys and peaks. I know her so well.
There’s no doubt that she’s getting closer when she starts stroking me in time to match my movements. There’s no way I can take it much longer. My dick jerks and that’s when I see how much more pre-cum there is now than there was before.
It’s crazy how she still has the effect on me. It’s like she holds some sexual power over me that I can’t control. No woman should have any right to handle so much power over one man, but she does.
If she keeps jacking me off at this pace, I’m going to come all over her tits. Wanting to get her off as quickly as possible, I finger her harder, going a bit deeper until I find her G-spot.
Her eyes pop open the instant the tip of my fingers comes into contact with it and I don’t think my wife has ever looked hotter giving a blowjob.
Hunter’s nicely endowed, stuffing her mouth completely full and I can see the shape of his dick lightly outlined on her cheek.
For fuck’s sake.
Feeling like I’m about to blow my load all over her tits and stomach, I begin pushing against her G-spot over and over until she starts thrusting her hips against Shawn’s face and moaning uncontrollably.
She completely lets go of my erection and grabs onto the bench but doesn’t dare stop sucking Hunter’s cock as she comes all over Shawn’s goatee.
I swear, it’s so fucking hot and that I’m so turned on that a droplet of my pre-cum lands near her belly button.
Not wanting to be the first guy to come, I decide that I’ll hang back and watch for a while and let those two have some fun with her.
I walk over to Beth and ask her, “You okay taking this a bit further?”
She nods her head, still busy blowing Hunter. Pleased with her answer, I ask them if either of them has condoms.
“I have a box in my backpack,” Shawn says.
I figured he might.
“She says it’s okay. Go for it,” I open another beer and let the cold brew quench my thirst.
Shawn returns with a box of condoms and tosses one to Hunter, “You first, my friend.”
