A dare for my husband [FM]

I’ve been talking about the dares my husband had for me, but apparently people wanted to hear about the ones I had back for him. After my dress ripping, I had some ideas to get back at him and sprung them on him last night.

We went back and forth talking a bit, he almost always chooses truth because he’s a wuss. But, if I start with, “Oooh, Truth or Daaaare?” And I say it the right way, he’ll realize there is something there and choose dare.

“I’m going to dress you up the way I want, and you’re going to go to that sex shop down the street and ask in detail for the best strap on.”

He looked worried for a minute, but then resolute, “Okay, fair.”

We went upstairs and I laid out a pair of sheer thigh highs that probably won’t fit him, see through black lace panties, my first sexy bra I ever bought which was way too small for me now, but I kept for sentimental reasons, and my black choker. There’s no way my heels would fit him, so he’d have to wear his nice work shoes.

I stripped him down and pulled the thigh highs on him, which made it to just below mid thigh, but stayed in place fairly well. The panties barely contained his dick, which you could see every inch of. The bra didn’t fit, so I put him into an old handkerchief top I had from my festival days. He was getting a little hard playing dress up.

He spun, “Like this?” and laughed.

I handed him his jacket which went to just below his butt and told him he couldn’t zip it.

“Well, here’s to not getting arrested,” he said finishing his glass of wine.

We pulled in the front, I drove, and there were a few cars in the parking lot, way more than I thought there would be on 10 pm the day after Christmas. There were no windows, so I would have to follow him in a few seconds later.

He walked confidently into the store without looking back – I could see the top of his thighs, bright pale against his dark jacket. He looked like a tranny prostitute and I laughed. I counted to 30 then jumped out of the car and followed him in my less than sexy jeans and a hoodie.

When I walked in, he was talking to the girl behind the counter who had bright blue hair and tons of face piercings. I walked to the back of the store and couldn’t hear what they were saying. But, a second later they walked side by side across the store close to where I was standing. I pretended to look at the different vibrating bullets and balls in front of me as they stepped in closer to where the strap-ons were.

“It’s really about size and experience,” she was explaining straight faced to him as they walked up together. He didn’t even look at me, and I could see he was about half hard in his sheer panties, but he didn’t close the jacket.

There was another couple in the store, dressed casual, looking at the books. Two single guys were hanging around looking at movies. Not busy, but they were mostly minding their own business.

I listened in as she asked about his preferences, and he was talking all about how his wife is really into this and he wanted to surprise her. So then she’s asking about if he has had anal sex before and what his size preference is. It was kind of a turn on. They settled on a package and went back to the counter.

He pulled his wallet out of his jacket and paid, the girl behind the counter told him to have fun and take it slow. She then asked if I needed any help and my husband walked out of the store.

I faked interest in the closest thing to my right hand which was a black dildo that had a handle on it and was like 10 inches long. She seemed a bit surprised and said it was more of a prop, the better stuff was in the other row, and I got stuck listening to her talk about the new technology in vibrators for a few minutes while my husband stood outside with no car keys.

She actually hooked my interest in this thing called a Happy Rabbit Triple which had a g-spot stimulator, a clit stimulator, and a row of anal beads that you insert. One of the biggest orgasms of my life I ever had was my husband fucking me in the ass when I had my rabbit deep inside me. So we talked about it a bit, she said she owned one and loved it. We went back and forth about how she used it. She told me it’s the only toy that makes her squirt, which I didn’t do, but I’d had some interest in giving a try. She promised I’d love it, so I went for it and dropped the $90 on it.

When I left the store, my husband was standing by the SUV waiting and there was a homeless guy talking to him. I laughed and unlocked the truck.

“Doing some casual shopping?”

I said yeah, and showed him what I bought and told him how the girl recommended it and she had one. He faked mad for a minute, then said he thought the cashier was sexy, I agreed even though I don’t really like tons of piercings.

As we started talking more about the girl that worked there, and my husband telling me we should totally try to have a threesome with her, he was starting to get hard and it was clear through the sheer panties.

“These are going to rip,” he laughed.

“Take everything off then, but the thigh highs” I told him.

He struggled out of his jacket, then stripped bare, leaving on the thigh highs. He was hard as a rock now. Luckily our truck was higher than most of the traffic out because I took the long way home. When we got to the house, I parked across the street from our driveway at the curb and hopped out before he could say anything. As I walked up to the house casually looking for the door key on my big ring he jogged past me, his dick flopping in the cold. I could hear him laughing. He clung the plastic bag to his crotch.

I dropped the keys a few times and took my time as he stood naked on the front steps like he’d done to me. As soon as the door was unlocked, he rushed in the house. I locked it behind me.

“Take the toys upstairs, I’ll be right there,” I said to him sternly.

He did as he was told, trying to walk sexy up the stairs, but it always looks silly when guys do that. I went into the laundry room and pulled my lingerie bag out of the dryer. Inside I had most of my stuff I bought for a recent vacation and just washed. I put on my black lace bra and a black leather skirt that was down there too and a pair of red stockings and garter I had just washed. I was trying to look like a badass, but I think I looked like a BDSM Dariah. I topped it off with my super old combat boots.

When I opened the door to the bedroom he had all the package undone and was looking at how the harness worked. I pushed him aside, straightened it out and stepped into it, lifting up my skirt to tighten it into place. I folded the top part down and slid in the very realistic beige dildo, complete with a set of balls and veins. It was only missing pubic hair.

“Get me the lube,” I told him. He pulled the tube out of the bedside table and handed it to me. “Nope, you do it, I don’t want to get my hands dirty.”

He squeezed some in his hand and rubbed the length of the rubber dick. I was smiling, he was focused. I bent him over the bed and rubbed the tip of the rubber dick against his asshole, he instantly started breathing heavier. I pushed a bit, sliding a millimeter inside of him and he gasped some. I spit on his asshole and rubbed my finger around it, he squirmed. With a little lube I worked my entire index finger inside of him and stroked it in and out for a minute while he pushed his ass against me.

Then, I slid the entire head of the rubber dick inside of him and he moaned and grabbed a fist full of bedsheets. I rubbed his ass cheek with my hand and told him he was ok. We’d used fingers and small toys, but not this sort of thing. It was at least 8 inches and girthy.

I had two full inches inside of him and he was breathing hard and clenching his whole body. I told him he had to relax. I held still until he relaxed a bit, then pushed another inch in. We kept this up until he had six full inches inside of his ass. I slid back out to the tip, then back in and he said, “Oh god!”

I kept a slow pace, sliding in and out letting him get used to the six inches. After a few minutes as he got used to the rhythm, I pushed the rest inside of him and he gasped. I pulled all the way out and told him to lay on his back.

Starting up again with a rhythm, it was a lot more fun to see his hard dick bobbing as I fucked him. I stroked him slowly, squeezing the precum out of him. I couldn’t remember seeing him so hard.

I had the urge to talk down to him, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment. After what seemed like an hour, he started breathing hard and shaking, and I grasped his dick and jerked him off in rhythm with my fucking and he exploded, cumming a massive amount all over his belly and chest. I let him fully come down from his orgasm, then pulled out, making him shake more.

“Stick out your tongue,” he did. I wiped up all his cum on his belly into my palm and wiped it into his mouth, he didn’t expect that. I climbed onto him and kissed him deeply, smearing his cum all over our faces.

I rolled onto my back, my pussy hot and soaked, and told him it was my turn and pushed his head down between my legs. He did a sloppy job going down on me, but he got me there pretty quick. I told him to go take a shower and I waited a minute before I joined him.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a9yb8a/a_dare_for_my_husband_fm