A new dare from my husband [FM]

We had just finished cleaning up from christmas dinner and our family had left. We were sitting around drinking wine and talking about the day when my husband decided to spring a truth or dare on me in our ongoing game that has lasted for months now.

We’d had family in the house for almost a week non stop so I went with dare, feeling a bit risqué with no one in the house. His dares always pushed the limits, especially with his new found exhibitionistic and dominant side I’d been pushing him to explore.

“I dare you to go to that corner store wearing nothing but your thin black dress.”

The thin black dress was a paper thin stretchy spandex dress with holes up both sides that just barely covered anything. I’d bought it late one night at a sex shop, and it literally came in an envelope. It was what I would wear to swingers clubs under a jacket. It wasn’t see through, but it was damn close.

“Do I get to wear a bra?”

“No.”

Plotting out my next dare for him, I went to change out of my snuggly pajamas. The dress was so small I kept it folded in my underwear drawer. I shoved myself into it, pulling it down enough to cover my ass, which it tried to do. The top was cut so low if I reached up my nipples would pop out.

I had to pull the dress up over my hips to sit in it, afraid it would rip open, luckily it was only a block drive. I was also lucky that the store seemed pretty empty. My husband parked in the closest spot and I rolled out of the car pulling the dress back down to cover anything it could. As I smoothed it out, I saw a long fray on one side.

He stayed in the truck, wanting to watch through the window. As I walked past his headlights, I gave him a little show, dancing a bit, then I went in the store. The place was totally abandoned aside from the two younger black guys working behind the counter. I walked to the back of the store, my stilettos clicking on the floor loudly. Looking back, they both were staring wide-eyed at me. Outside, I could see our truck, but not inside of it.

In full sight of the cashiers, I bent at my waist to get a bottle of wine off the bottom shelf. As I reached the bottom, the lower seam of my dress ripped and it popped open along the side holes, totally exposing my ass. I heard the cashiers talking quietly. I held the seam together, it was ripped all the way up to my rib cage.

I walked up to the register, trying to play confident. The guy who stood up to work the register asked, “You cold?” with a laugh. I nodded, “Yeah, I am.”

“Do you have a jacket?”

“I have one in the truck.”

He looked out the window, then at me slowly. He smiled, and told me how much it was. I had a $20 shoved in the front of the dress and as I pulled it out, I lost grip of the dress and the side fell open. It was like struggling to keep a towel on. The cashier openly stared.

“Stay warm lady,” he said.

As I was walking away I could feel air on my ass even holding the seam together. I finally saw my husband through the windshield and he was laughing. I got in the truck and as I sat down, more fabric ripped on the other side. I stopped trying to hold it together. There was some holding tight just below my armpits, but the rest was torn wide open to the bottom. It was like wearing an apron now.

My husband reached over and grabbed one side and yanked a little and it ripped right in half. He flipped it off and I was totally exposed, now sitting on what was left of the dress. Both guys from the store were looking out the window now, and I’m pretty sure they couldn’t see in.

“Are you done?” I asked my husband.

He leaned over and sucked on my nipple, sending a shock of pleasure through my body. Then, he pulled the scraps of the dress out from under me and balled them up, tossing them in the backseat. He then ran his fingers up my leg and between my thighs, parting my wet pussy lips and rubbing my clit.

I grabbed his arm, “We can go home now,” I said.

The guys in the store were still staring, and he kissed me, then put the truck in reverse and drove home. He parked at the end of the long driveway and hopped out, laughing a bit. I looked up and down the street, the only person around was a guy walking his dog a few houses down. I left my heels in the truck and jogged for the front door. My husband fumbled with his keys slowly, humming and laughing to himself. I was trying to hide behind the pillar on the porch as the dog walker reached our house. My husband waved to him as I slipped into the front door, then I heard them talking across the yard.

I slipped on one of his t-shirts that was draped over a chair in the kitchen. He came in a few seconds later and said I left the wine in the truck. I rolled my eyes at him, and he said to go get it with a smile. I left the shirt on and brought in the wine, my tattered dress, and my heels.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9nmkn/a_new_dare_from_my_husband_fm