I dared Her rewritten
I asked jackevermore to have a look at my story "I Dared Her" he agreed and re wrote it for me i hope you like it as much as i did, he certainly captures the spirit of that particular night,
Thanks Jack!
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It has long been my ambition to watch another man slowly plunge his hard cock in my wife’s wet, willing vagina. My first wife refused, even though she became extremely aroused whenever I talked about friends of mine savaging her as we made love.
My first wife’s refusal to act on my fantasy caused me to confide my desire to my second wife very early on. She laughed a bit nervously at first, as if I were testing her in some perverted way, but when she realized that I was serious, said she would consider it. She began to wear seamed black nylons, garter belts without knickers, and stiletto heels whenever we went out.
Her propensity for nylons and red lipstick had left an impression on one of my workmates who turned up at our house one bright Saturday afternoon. He had been out for a run on his bike and dropped in for coffee and a chat. Our conversation continued through the afternoon and it was decided that he should stay the night after we all went out to have a drink in town.
Rod had only worn two piece leathers with just a vest beneath his jacket so Lucy found a proper t-shirt for him to wear. I watched him remove his jacket to put on the shirt. Lucy stood before him, touching his torso to straighten the shirt and then playfully moaning as she ran her hands over the supple leather of his pants.
We went into town and had a great time, plenty to drink, lots of friends around, and Lucy and Rod flirted at every opportunity. When the club closed, we decided to take the party back to our house, three or four people, drinking and dancing. I hate to dance, so Rod took my place with Lucy, who tried to teach him a basic rumba to the point of his exhaustion when he excused himself to retire upstairs.
I tried to take his place in the rumba lesson but Lucy pushed me aside to refresh her drink. It was at this point that the music stopped, even five cd’s eventually come to an end, and Lucy, warm sherry in hand, looked at me and blurted loudly:
"I want to go upstairs and be rude with Rod."
“I’m quite certain he’s asleep.” Everyone in the room stared as I tried to laugh it off. My cock started to swell despite the embarrassment. The incident killed the party and it was time for bed. Aroused by Lucy’s actions and words, we stood at the side of our bed kissing, ******* and undressing each other.
“Do you still want to be rude with Rod?” She didn't answer. Her kisses became more intense.
"Wouldn't you like to find out how big he is?” I lightly fingered her as I whispered.
“Ummmm.” She was oozing moisture from within.
“Don’t you want to sit on it?”
“Yesss.” It was a yes that was filled with sexual promise. Her pussy was now drenching my probing fingers.
“Go on then, I dare you." Her entire body was trembling now.
"Dare me again." Spoken as if she were now commanding me.
"I dare you to fuck him! I want you want to! Find out how big his cock is, then come back and tell me!"
Now I was trembling and my cock was hard as she calmly left our room and walked into his. The first thought that entered my mind was “oh no I've gone too far”, then I had the more awful thought that he would be shocked by her behavior and turn her away, but I needn't have worried. I heard whispers through the open doors followed by sucking sounds. Rod was a cad, Lucy was his harlot, and I was ecstatic.
I went to the hallway outside their room to peer inside, but the door was closed too far. I stood there, cock in hand listening. After a couple of minutes of sucking sounds I heard footsteps and the sound of the curtains being opened. The dirty cow, I thought, she wants to get a good look at him. Lucy sighed then the bed started creaking, slowly at first. Her sighs became moans. The creaking intensified until I feared that the bed would break in two. The frenzy continued for a minute or so and then there was silence. I crept back to bed and waited for her to return, contemplating the thought that I had just encouraged my wife to fuck another man in our own home.
Minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of her. I had the sinking feeling that she had fallen asleep when I heard whispers through the wall, then sucking sounds. Now it was clear that I had only heard the warm-up. I got out of the bed with every intention of entering their room with my cock out and flagging wildly, after all it was my wife, fair is fair, but not wanting to break the spell, or put them off, I stood meekly outside their door stroking and listening. They were fucking, if the rhythmic creaking bed weren’t proof enough, Lucy’s sultry moaning in equal measure was. The creaking and moaning intensified only to be taken over by the loud banging of what I surmised to be the head board colliding with the wall, every Rod-downward thrust driving Lucy’s sweet ass into the mattress, compressing the springs, forcing the headboard into the wall where the sound reverberated directly to the tip of my now well-stroked cock.
A lifelong dream had been realized. Rod was banging my wife. Oh god it was even sweeter that I had imagined. In another few minutes Rod grunted, it was his cum grunt and knowing that he had just cum inside Lucy spurted the hardest orgasm of my life into my hand. I stood in cum-drenched post coital silence lost in the vision of his cock slowly deflating. I was roused from this loss of tumescence by muffled voices and the sound of someone getting out of bed so I quickly ducked back into our room just before she came in.
“Well?” I snuggled up to her wanting to hear every lurid detail, wanting to know that she acted like a slut at my behest.
“He feigned sleep when I got into his bed, but he was naked and his cock was semi-hard.” She paused as if she were reluctant to say anything more.
“I dared you, you owe me every detail!”
“He didn't say a word when I put my lips on his cock.” She paused again, as if any further revelation would destroy our marriage.
“How big was it?” I needed to know how my own diminutive cock paled in comparison, needed to hear her say how big and thrilling it was, needed the complete humiliation of it all.
“It was a little thicker and longer than yours, more than I could fit in my mouth, he pushed it in a bit and I began to gag…” A glow appeared in her eyes at the telling of his size, as if it were a monument erected by a thousand Nubian slaves to be worshipped by the masses.
“More.” Her retelling was erecting my own miniature monument of twisted lust.
“He pulled out quickly, ever the gentleman your mate, not wanting to insult me by cumming in my mouth, so he came all over my tits.” I immediately raced my tongue and lips to her naked breasts lapping away at them, but there wasn’t a trace of spunk left.
“Sorry dear, he cleaned it off before I could stop him.” I sighed. “But I do have another present for you.” She opened her legs. I dove down to her hirsute fertile crescent, smelling his sperm and then watching it slowly ooze from her as I eagerly lapped away.
“He apologized for cumming so quickly and I told him that the next time he could cum in my mouth, that is was silly to waste a good orgasm, and as I talked I was stroking his cock and wouldn’t you know he got hard again and I said ‘now isn’t that lovely’, and he said something about you being such a good mate and all and then I found myself on top of him, riding and suddenly he gets this look in his eyes like the proverbial wild man of Borneo, and, without missing a stroke or pulling out, he flips me all the way over unto my arse and is on top of me and he is such an adorable man, so strong and that cock of his is pounding away at me and his balls bouncing off my ass…”
I had finished cleaning her and swallowed every ounce of Rod’s cum. It was an elixir and I mounted Lucy in mid sentence pushing her legs back, surprised that she was dry, but still swollen and flush.
“You mean he fucked you like this, driving his thick cock down and into you, you a married woman with your husband standing outside the door cock in hand. He fucked you like the harlot you have always wanted to be, fucked you until you came in one shuddering hard explosion with him so you could carry his cum back to me. Is that what happened, Lucy? Is it?”
“Yes, oh god yes, he fucked me so hard and I came with him. I wanted his cock.”
“Just like you want mine, now cum on it, cum on it like the whore I want you to be.”
We cried out together as we came in a mystic union of lust and soul and without another word we fell into a deep and abiding sleep.
“Did you sleep okay?” The following morning I met Rod in the kitchen.
“A bit sore from all the dancing. How about you?”
“Probably had a few too many. The night is a big blur.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean, a blur.”
I didn’t want him to say anything else. I had Lucy for that and Lucy is all that has ever mattered in this twisted equation. I felt guilty for the next couple of days, but it wasn't long before the guilt subsided and my cock began to swell and throb at the memory of what had taken place. I was ready to take the next step. They say that seeing is believing, and I wanted to see another man’s cock penetrating Lucy’s wet quim.
Thanks Jack!
http://xhamster.com/user/jackevermore
It has long been my ambition to watch another man slowly plunge his hard cock in my wife’s wet, willing vagina. My first wife refused, even though she became extremely aroused whenever I talked about friends of mine savaging her as we made love.
My first wife’s refusal to act on my fantasy caused me to confide my desire to my second wife very early on. She laughed a bit nervously at first, as if I were testing her in some perverted way, but when she realized that I was serious, said she would consider it. She began to wear seamed black nylons, garter belts without knickers, and stiletto heels whenever we went out.
Her propensity for nylons and red lipstick had left an impression on one of my workmates who turned up at our house one bright Saturday afternoon. He had been out for a run on his bike and dropped in for coffee and a chat. Our conversation continued through the afternoon and it was decided that he should stay the night after we all went out to have a drink in town.
Rod had only worn two piece leathers with just a vest beneath his jacket so Lucy found a proper t-shirt for him to wear. I watched him remove his jacket to put on the shirt. Lucy stood before him, touching his torso to straighten the shirt and then playfully moaning as she ran her hands over the supple leather of his pants.
We went into town and had a great time, plenty to drink, lots of friends around, and Lucy and Rod flirted at every opportunity. When the club closed, we decided to take the party back to our house, three or four people, drinking and dancing. I hate to dance, so Rod took my place with Lucy, who tried to teach him a basic rumba to the point of his exhaustion when he excused himself to retire upstairs.
I tried to take his place in the rumba lesson but Lucy pushed me aside to refresh her drink. It was at this point that the music stopped, even five cd’s eventually come to an end, and Lucy, warm sherry in hand, looked at me and blurted loudly:
"I want to go upstairs and be rude with Rod."
“I’m quite certain he’s asleep.” Everyone in the room stared as I tried to laugh it off. My cock started to swell despite the embarrassment. The incident killed the party and it was time for bed. Aroused by Lucy’s actions and words, we stood at the side of our bed kissing, ******* and undressing each other.
“Do you still want to be rude with Rod?” She didn't answer. Her kisses became more intense.
"Wouldn't you like to find out how big he is?” I lightly fingered her as I whispered.
“Ummmm.” She was oozing moisture from within.
“Don’t you want to sit on it?”
“Yesss.” It was a yes that was filled with sexual promise. Her pussy was now drenching my probing fingers.
“Go on then, I dare you." Her entire body was trembling now.
"Dare me again." Spoken as if she were now commanding me.
"I dare you to fuck him! I want you want to! Find out how big his cock is, then come back and tell me!"
Now I was trembling and my cock was hard as she calmly left our room and walked into his. The first thought that entered my mind was “oh no I've gone too far”, then I had the more awful thought that he would be shocked by her behavior and turn her away, but I needn't have worried. I heard whispers through the open doors followed by sucking sounds. Rod was a cad, Lucy was his harlot, and I was ecstatic.
I went to the hallway outside their room to peer inside, but the door was closed too far. I stood there, cock in hand listening. After a couple of minutes of sucking sounds I heard footsteps and the sound of the curtains being opened. The dirty cow, I thought, she wants to get a good look at him. Lucy sighed then the bed started creaking, slowly at first. Her sighs became moans. The creaking intensified until I feared that the bed would break in two. The frenzy continued for a minute or so and then there was silence. I crept back to bed and waited for her to return, contemplating the thought that I had just encouraged my wife to fuck another man in our own home.
Minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of her. I had the sinking feeling that she had fallen asleep when I heard whispers through the wall, then sucking sounds. Now it was clear that I had only heard the warm-up. I got out of the bed with every intention of entering their room with my cock out and flagging wildly, after all it was my wife, fair is fair, but not wanting to break the spell, or put them off, I stood meekly outside their door stroking and listening. They were fucking, if the rhythmic creaking bed weren’t proof enough, Lucy’s sultry moaning in equal measure was. The creaking and moaning intensified only to be taken over by the loud banging of what I surmised to be the head board colliding with the wall, every Rod-downward thrust driving Lucy’s sweet ass into the mattress, compressing the springs, forcing the headboard into the wall where the sound reverberated directly to the tip of my now well-stroked cock.
A lifelong dream had been realized. Rod was banging my wife. Oh god it was even sweeter that I had imagined. In another few minutes Rod grunted, it was his cum grunt and knowing that he had just cum inside Lucy spurted the hardest orgasm of my life into my hand. I stood in cum-drenched post coital silence lost in the vision of his cock slowly deflating. I was roused from this loss of tumescence by muffled voices and the sound of someone getting out of bed so I quickly ducked back into our room just before she came in.
“Well?” I snuggled up to her wanting to hear every lurid detail, wanting to know that she acted like a slut at my behest.
“He feigned sleep when I got into his bed, but he was naked and his cock was semi-hard.” She paused as if she were reluctant to say anything more.
“I dared you, you owe me every detail!”
“He didn't say a word when I put my lips on his cock.” She paused again, as if any further revelation would destroy our marriage.
“How big was it?” I needed to know how my own diminutive cock paled in comparison, needed to hear her say how big and thrilling it was, needed the complete humiliation of it all.
“It was a little thicker and longer than yours, more than I could fit in my mouth, he pushed it in a bit and I began to gag…” A glow appeared in her eyes at the telling of his size, as if it were a monument erected by a thousand Nubian slaves to be worshipped by the masses.
“More.” Her retelling was erecting my own miniature monument of twisted lust.
“He pulled out quickly, ever the gentleman your mate, not wanting to insult me by cumming in my mouth, so he came all over my tits.” I immediately raced my tongue and lips to her naked breasts lapping away at them, but there wasn’t a trace of spunk left.
“Sorry dear, he cleaned it off before I could stop him.” I sighed. “But I do have another present for you.” She opened her legs. I dove down to her hirsute fertile crescent, smelling his sperm and then watching it slowly ooze from her as I eagerly lapped away.
“He apologized for cumming so quickly and I told him that the next time he could cum in my mouth, that is was silly to waste a good orgasm, and as I talked I was stroking his cock and wouldn’t you know he got hard again and I said ‘now isn’t that lovely’, and he said something about you being such a good mate and all and then I found myself on top of him, riding and suddenly he gets this look in his eyes like the proverbial wild man of Borneo, and, without missing a stroke or pulling out, he flips me all the way over unto my arse and is on top of me and he is such an adorable man, so strong and that cock of his is pounding away at me and his balls bouncing off my ass…”
I had finished cleaning her and swallowed every ounce of Rod’s cum. It was an elixir and I mounted Lucy in mid sentence pushing her legs back, surprised that she was dry, but still swollen and flush.
“You mean he fucked you like this, driving his thick cock down and into you, you a married woman with your husband standing outside the door cock in hand. He fucked you like the harlot you have always wanted to be, fucked you until you came in one shuddering hard explosion with him so you could carry his cum back to me. Is that what happened, Lucy? Is it?”
“Yes, oh god yes, he fucked me so hard and I came with him. I wanted his cock.”
“Just like you want mine, now cum on it, cum on it like the whore I want you to be.”
We cried out together as we came in a mystic union of lust and soul and without another word we fell into a deep and abiding sleep.
“Did you sleep okay?” The following morning I met Rod in the kitchen.
“A bit sore from all the dancing. How about you?”
“Probably had a few too many. The night is a big blur.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean, a blur.”
I didn’t want him to say anything else. I had Lucy for that and Lucy is all that has ever mattered in this twisted equation. I felt guilty for the next couple of days, but it wasn't long before the guilt subsided and my cock began to swell and throb at the memory of what had taken place. I was ready to take the next step. They say that seeing is believing, and I wanted to see another man’s cock penetrating Lucy’s wet quim.
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