Dares the Fourth Dare

DARES, THE 4TH DARE

This episode is about the fourth dare that I had agreed to do to get a new car. I had agreed with my husband, Sean to do six dares involving nudity and exhibitionism. It was a game we played when one of us wanted something. The first two dares were pretty mild, involving me walking around the outside of our house, naked, in broad daylight and walking across the street, naked, late at night. The third dare required me to drive home naked and get fast food and gas. The fourth one happened unexpectedly and had not been planned by my dear husband.

We were at a bar on Saturday night with three of Sean's, and my, friends. The bar had been pretty active but it had calmed down as the time approached midnight. The ball games were over. A topless dancer had been performing on a little stage and she finished and left.

While the dancer had been doing her thing, Sean began to comment about how my tits were nicer than the dancers. "You've got bigger tits, they hang better, your areolas are a nicer color and your nipples stay hard all the time."

I tried to turn the conversation away, but the other guys started to bug me about whether I agreed that my tits were better than the dancer's. I was in a playful mood and said, "Damn straight, my tits are nicer than hers."

Of course, they said show us. I looked around the bar to see who was watching. A lot of folks were gazing our way. I stood up, reached under my shirt, grabbed my shirt and bra and pulled them up, showing Sean, his friends and other people in the bar my tits. They applauded and encouraged me to do it again.

One of Sean's friends said, "I'm sorry, your tits are nice, but without seeing how they hang and how long your nipples stay hard, I can't say your tits are better than that dancer's"

"What do you want me to do, dance on that stage? Forget it." I said.

That's when my husband said, "I dare you. This will be dare number three."

I looked at him and saw he was serious. He wanted me to dance half naked in front of his friends and a roomful of strangers.

I got up and walked to the platform where a few guys helped me up. They started some sexy music and I started to sway and dance. Other girls had gotten up there from time-to-time, but I'd never seen anyone but the paid dancers, strip. I had been dared to do it, so I began. I pulled my top over my head and twirled it around as I wiggled my ass. I bent over to show some cleavage and then stood up and undid my bra. I did the thing where I took it off and then covered my tits for a while before moving my hands so that everyone could see my breasts. I swung around the pole, shook my tits at the guys near the platform and held my arms over my head make my tits stand up and out. My nipples were very hard and my areolas were aroused and dark. I felt my tits jiggle as I danced around. It was exhilarating to be dancing nude for a crowd of people.

I thought I was finished until everyone in the bar began to shout for me to continue and to strip off something else. Why not, I thought as I pulled down my jeans and threw them into the crowd. Now I had my shoes and my panties left. After some more encouragement, I took my shoes off and danced barefoot in my panties. I was turned on; the exhibitionist in me was making my juices flow. As the crowd cheered for more, I slowly played with my panties. I looked at my husband who nodded. I pulled my panties down and let them fall down my legs. I kicked them out to the crowd with one foot and stood there, nude, as everyone cheered. I have a brown-haired pussy that I've trimmed to keep it neat. I have a small "S" tattoo on my left ass cheek. I spun around on the pole and spread my legs like I was leaping. That showed a bit of my slit. As they cheered me on, I bent over with my legs spread and showed everyone my naked pussy. The room was full of men leering at my naked body. When one of them put his hand on my ass, I pushed it away and stopped. I got down off the stage. Sean and his friends came to get me and take me back to their booth. I felt a few hands on my ass as we walked between the tables to get to the booth. Wow, I thought, that was exciting.

I looked around for my clothes, but they had been taken by the crowd. Sean wanted me to walk to our car naked, but I persuaded one of his friends to loan me a tee shirt. I put it on. It barely covered my ass. My cheeks were visible as I walked out of there.

Sean took me home and we fucked all night. The next day, he kept getting photos of me on his phone. Some of them are pretty good. Sean made a slide show that included many of them. There are a number of them that emphasize my tits and a few that got the slit between my legs when I was on the pole. The ones from when I bent over are very dirty. I imagine he will show the slide show to his friends sometime when I'm not at home. My reputation was not helped my stripping in public. Now a lot of people think I'm a slut. I may like to take chances and show my body, but I'm totally faithful to my guy, Sean.

Four dares down, and two to go.