Friends Give Me Erotic Challenges Ch 02

This is the second installment in this story. Please read and enjoy and please remember that no real person or name is portrayed here. Also, please do not copy or distribute without permission from the author.

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Renaldo's Italian. A quiet, softly lit restaurant of moderate size and a low noise level. We had a rectangular table off to one side and out of the way of the main foot-traffic area. It was a wonderful setting for conversation and just enjoying the evening. The three men were clustered around one end and somehow, I ended up at one end of the table. Given my plans, this was perfect positioning.

I knew even with my little bra on under that blouse, that it could clearly be seen and even a hint of nipple under my blouse. So, I chose to start the evening with a dress jacket. That would come off when the time was right.

As my husband had said might happen, the three men were engaged in sports and golf talk. Susan, Megan and I sat at the other end of the table and were largely ignored by our husbands.

"So, you didn't take us up on our challenge?" Susan playfully scolded me in a quiet voice which could not be heard by the men.

"Don't be so sure of yourself. What do I get if I pass this challenge of yours?" I said as I removed the jacket top. This caused Susan to give me an approving look.

"Another challenge. We have lots of them lined up if you're brave enough."

Was I brave enough? I wanted to think so. So, while not bothering to check if any of the men were watching me, I reached to the top of my blouse and undid the top three buttons. No response from the men but Susan gave me an approving nod. I did a quick tug on the material which was partially open between my breasts and widened the opening. Still no notice or reaction from them.

Fuck it, the guys were pissing me off. I undid two more buttons, leaving only two remaining done near my waist. The center of my little bra and half of each breast was clearly on display but the three men were embroiled in discussing their upcoming golf tournament.

Those guys needed to be woken up to what was going on at the other end of the table.

I stood up from my chair and leaned toward the men who were still talking. I told Jack that I was going to the lady's room. What I was actually doing was causing my top to gape wide open as I leaned forward from my standing position. From my tests earlier in the day, I knew there was a damn good chance that my bra and much of my breasts were completely open to view.

My husband Jack's eyes grew wide. He wasn't the only one. Sam's eyes also went straight to my chest. Mark had not tuned into the show. "Uh, Janet, your blouse is wide open," Jack tried to caution me, not having a clue that I was doing this on purpose.

"Yes," I said simply and gave him a playful smile. "It's warm in here, don't you think."

His face beamed with delight, "I like it," he said with eyes glued to my chest. This was a female chest he had seen and played with a thousand times, but seeing it out in the wild, so to speak, was obviously exciting to him. Good, that is exactly what I was going for. "So, if this is how you need to adjust for the warmth in here then the warmer the better," he added, giving me the cue to expand on the fun.

On wobbly knees, I headed to the restroom. I did put three buttons back in place for the short walk as the exposure was a bit much for such a public place. Or was I just being prudish and modest? I wasn't sure but I did know that in having this fun, I didn't want to offend anyone either.

"Not offend anyone." That thought ran through my mind with a laugh a few minutes later. I had gone into a stall in the women's restroom to remove my bra and put it in my purse. Now, when I walked back to the table my tits would be semi-visible through that blouse to anyone who looked my way. So, putting a few buttons in place as I had done for my walk to the restroom would barely matter.

Luckily, I made it back without incident, but damn I was self-conscience. I was now officially a flasher and exhibitionist. I was starting to like it. Before leaving the restroom, I checked myself in the mirror. My breasts and nipples could clearly be seen under that semi-sheer top. Yes, the lights in there were harsh, causing the display to be more pronounced, but still, even in the low light of the main dining area, I knew that anyone could see me.

I didn't cross my arms over my chest to cover myself for the walk back. I simply strolled to the table with my arms at my side and my tits on display. When I arrived, it was clear that all three men knew what was going on. I had each of them, three men and my two friends Megan and Susan, just watching my every move.

So, what the hell. In for a penny, then in for a pound as the old saying goes. As I arrived at the table, I undid the buttons again and flicked the material aside. If people at other tables were watching, well then let them watch. "It really is warm in here, don't you think?" I teased as I again leaned over while standing and let all three men gaze at my very bare tits.

"Lovely," Mark praised me and the nods from the others showed approval from everyone there.

Not only did I gain approval, but it would also seem that I had completed this first challenge.

"You did good, even better than either of us did on our first try," Megan praised me. Then she turned toward our husbands. "Stop ogling her boobs, guys. Go back to your talk about golf or your balls or whatever. This is girl talk."

Three sets of male eyes reluctantly looked away.

"Are you ready for your second challenge. It could be done right here if you want, or it can wait a week or so."

"Now, ladies. Now." I said excitedly, hoping that I wasn't overstepping.

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"Do you like 'choose your own adventure' stories?" Susan asked with a chuckle.

"This little game of ours can spin off many different directions so you picking the next challenge rather sets the tone."

"My kids loved them. As an adult, I've never read any or done anything along that line," I was sitting close to the two women as we talked and was enjoying the looks from the young waiter who kept coming to refill my waterglass. I even pulled the blouse open some so that he could see in better. He made no secret of checking me out. Checking my tits out.

"You have a young admirer," Megan joked. "So, how about this 'choose your own adventure thing'? Are you up to it." She was taunting me and totally enjoying it. "Oh, we won't start until after dinner. We can go to the cocktail lounge next door. That works better for our plans."

"Your plans. You have plans for me?"

"If you decide to go along with our little game then yes."

I looked over to my husband and asked if he was okay if Marcy and Susan played a game with me at the bar after dinner.

"Abso fuckin lootely!" He exclaimed and ogled my chest with the open blouse once again.

I then motioned for him to give his attention back to the other men to talk sports and he reluctantly complied.

"Looks like we're in. So, what next?" Susan and Megan really had my curiosity up.

"We'll give you three choices to pick from. Nothing radical, but definitely a step-up from showing your boobs off as you are now doing." Susan stated.

Megan then jumped in to explain. "We won't give much detail, just a fun theme for your three choices. You only have to choose one. The first option is 'A New Look" that involves your husband. The second choice is 'Busy hands", that will involve Sam or Mark and your last choice is 'Spread Em', that will involve a complete stranger."

This was intriguing. "You won't explain any more than that?"

"Nope." Megan said simply. "Your choices are to either pick one of those three adventures or just quit the game. We will never think poorly of you for not wanting to proceed."

I didn't hesitate. "I choose all three."

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The cocktail lounge was across from the Italian Restaurant and one which Jack, and I had never been in. I buttoned up my blouse and put on that little jacket for the short walk. Too bad, I had contemplated going out in the open with my tits exposed. What had come over me?

Megan, Susan and their husbands went in the lounge to find a booth. While they did so, Jack pulled me aside. He wanted to chat. I didn't. I wanted to play, but I had to hear him out. "Janet, I love how you are tonight, but do you know what you are getting into here?"

"No, and I don't want to. Not knowing is part of the fun."

"Look, in the past I've heard hints from the other guys about the sort of things they do and, well, it just isn't the kind of thing which you are in to."

"What the fuck! You've not told me about things you know about our best friends?"

"I've not said anything because I felt it would bother you. Now, well, seeing you tonight, I think I was wrong. Sorry."

"So, you thought I was a prude too. Damn. Dude, I think I have a new mission of proving otherwise to you and to myself. Oh, and also, I want to meet the challenges from Susan and Megan.

"Challenges?"

"Why do you think I've put my boobs on display tonight? It was a challenge from them. A fun one to prove that I wasn't so uptight and prudish. Now I seem to have some more challenges waiting for me inside that bar and I want to do them."

"Fantastic, but just give me a sign if you want to stop at any point and we can get the hell out of there."

"I don't think you will be receiving any signal from me, but I appreciate the thought." With that, we kissed and then headed into Freddies Lounge.

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We sat in a large booth with more than enough room for all of us. They had arranged things so that I was sitting at one end of the large U-shaped seat and booth with my husband sitting at the other side. Sitting next to me was Mark, Megan's husband.

Drinks were ordered and delivered, and Susan spoke up first. "Uh, Janet. Apparently, it isn't as warm in here as it was in the restaurant. To me, it's kinda hot in here, don't you think?"

I got the hint. My blouse was buttoned up and the little jacket was on so none of me was on display as it had been. So, well, with all of them watching me, I made a little show of removing that jacket and unbuttoning the blouse. Now, sitting there, anyone who looked our way could see my open blouse and some of my C-cup breasts. Damn, this was a turn-on for me!

"So, ladies," I said to them with the three men listening in, "you said something about my 'choose your own adventure'. I did say I was game for all three adventures, so what are they?" Having said this to my friends, I took several large gulps from my cocktail for some liquid encouragement.

"This is going to be fun," Susan announced to our small group. "We'll start with the challenge that involves one or more strangers, the 'Spread Em' challenge." She looked at Megan and nodded for her to take over.

"So, our auburn-haired beauty of a friend, please remove your panties," Megan was clearly enjoying commanding me to do this.

"Okay, I'll be right back," I said as I started to get up from my seat.

"Uh, where are you going?" Susan asked.

"To the restroom to remove my panties like you asked."

"Uh, no, and hell no. You must remove them right where you are sitting. Don't worry if anyone is watching. Just take them off and lay them on the table in front of you."

Holy hell. Really? Could I do this? Yes, I could. So, following her instructions, I rose up slightly, reached up into my skirt, and removed the white panties. Thankfully they were a small lacy pair. Soon, those panties were sitting on the table next to my drink. I suddenly wished that I had worn a dark color set because that little white garment stood out almost brightly as it lay on the dark wood table.

"There, challenge completed!" I announced proudly in a low voice that only my companions could hear.

Susan had something of an evil grin. "Uh, no. All you have done so far is to prepare for the challenge." She then looked over to the bar across the room from where we were. "See those bar stools there. Take the one in the center, turn toward us, raise your skirt, then spread your legs just enough so we can all see up it to your pussy."

Damn! Really? "Susan, the men sitting at that table near the bar would see me. Not just you all."

"Exactly," Susan chuckled. She was having fun with this.

I looked to my husband to ensure that he was okay with the request. He was. He gave me a 'go for it' sign so who was I to back down now? I stood up, worked my way the thirty feet or so to the bar, and took the stool that Susan had designated. Luckily the neighboring barstools weren't occupied.

Turning so that I was facing my friends and husband at that booth across the dimly lit room, I made some movements to cause my skirt to rise so that my slim legs were bare almost to my crotch. Then, I slowly spread my thighs. It was blatant exhibitionism. I was flashing my bare twat to my friends, and I could see at least two other men looking up between my legs. I was happy at that moment that I routinely shaved my pussy and that it was bare. This way, they would see just my skin and not a dark patch of hair.

I just sat there, pretending to sip on my drink with my skirt riding high, my semi-sheer top open and almost every part of me open to view. Multiple sets of eyes were on me. Looking at my sex. Could they tell that I was wet and excited? Sitting on the stool, I swiveled slightly one way and then another. All the while I kept that skirt high and my legs slightly open. At least eight sets of eyes, mostly male, had taken the opportunity to look up my skirt. Holy fuck!

I got the signal from Susan. The challenge was complete. I successfully flashed my pussy, my cunt to anyone who had cared to look, and many had indeed looked.

I stood up from the stool and walked over to the booth. Several men at the tables openly ogled me as I walked by them. Luckily, no one tried to pick me up.

"Congratulations!" Susan exclaimed once I sat down. "Now, two more to go. Are you ready?"

I gulped down what remained of my cocktail and first looked across the table to my husband before responding to her. "Bring it on!" I looked at the table where my white panties were still there and then I glanced over to a neighboring table where three men were openly staring at me. I had a fun inspiration for something that was outside of our game, but I wanted to do it.

"Excuse me," I said to my table mates and then I scooped up the panties in one hand, got up from the table, and went over to the men at that table. Leaning over so they could look into my open blouse and ogle my bare breasts, I put the panties on their table. "Fellas, it seems that these aren't needed tonight. Do you mind keeping them for me?"

In a flash, an obese man in his fifties snatched them up from the table and held them to his nose. Interesting. A man other than my husband was enjoying the scent of my pussy. I rather liked that.

With this fun task complete, I went back to the table and received applause from each of my friends.

It was now Megan's turn to present me with another challenge. "This one will involve your husband, but it can be done in private."

"Bring it on," I announced. "Bring it on."

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My husband's cock was in my mouth, pushing into me and almost down into my throat. While he was face fucking me, I was playing with his balls and stroking his length. I knew what he liked, and I did everything I could to bring him to a climax. This who situation was intriguing and erotic as hell and it kept me sucking and pumping my husband over and over.

We were in the large, handicapped stall of the men's room. The setting was not sexy or erotic by any means but there we were. I sat on the toilet with pants down around his ankles and his crotch at mouth level and he continued to fuck my face. Outside of the stall, male voices were calling out some encouragement. "Fuck her." "Fuck the slut," different voices said.

How really fucking weird. Those men were calling me a slut. No one, to my knowledge, had ever done that. And, here I was, accepting that name-calling from strange men while I continued to play with Jack's cock and balls and that cock continued to fuck my mouth. Maybe I was a slut in some ways.

I could tell from his movements that he was coming close. He would soon be ejaculating onto my face.

Me, a mature, professional woman was there in a bathroom stall, and I was anxiously waiting for my face to be covered in his sperm. His cum. Why? The answer was simple, it was the next challenge from Megan. The challenge, 'A New Look' was for me to go into the men's room with Jack and suck him until he came onto my face. I was to be given a facial, something I rarely let him do.

"Do you ever let Mark give you a facial like that?" I had asked Megan, amazed that that classy, refined woman would do such a thing."

"Whenever he wants. I love to wear his stuff. It makes great face cream or tit cream or wherever he wants to put it. Oh, and don't dare clean it off when he is done. We want you to come back to the booth with globs of cum dripping from your face. Some people call that a cum walk."

Susan joined in. "Janet, we would never have you do something that either Megan or I don't do and enjoy. Okay?"

Okay, I guess, and how fascinating this all was. I was learning quite a bit about my friends.

Now, Megan had instructed Jack to take me into the bathroom and into a stall and then cover my face with his sperm. "If any other men are in there," Megan had said to Jack, "just ignore them. Or, if you want some extra fun, you can tell them that your wife is going to give you a blow job."

So, we went into the bathroom and two men in business suits were there. They looked at us oddly but didn't say anything. Jack did the talking as he led me into the stall. "My wife is going to blow me, fellas." And that was it.

The time for mentally replaying events was over. Jack was about to cum. He pulled from my mouth, and I held his cock close, directing it to the center of my face while also rubbing him furiously.

Warm, sticky streams of cum soon landed on my cheek, nose, and forehead. He grunted loudly, giving the men outside of the stall something to cheer on. Another stream and then another. He had built up an incredible load.

Then he was done, and I was a mess. A proud mess. I started to wipe it away from my eyelids but remembered the instructions to not clean any of it off.

"You are a beautiful mess," my husband announced once he was done and was visually checking me out. "Now, go show our friends, oh, and show your cheering section here in the bathroom what you look like."

That cheering section consisted of three men. One was the fat man whom I had given my panties to earlier. They applauded me and I did a graceful bow, knowing that globs of sperm were hanging from my face as I did so.

The key thing out of this whole weird thing was I mostly praising myself for completing another challenge.

There was still one remaining. What could that one be? p

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"Here, wipe yourself off," Susan said, handing me a tissue. "You're a glorious sight, but we don't want to get thrown out of here. You did it, lady. You wore your husband's cum on your face and you let other's see you that way. I never thought you had that in you."

"Neither did I," I responded honestly as I wiped my husband's sperm from my face and neck. "Now, someone please order me a drink!"

Soon, the waitress delivered my cocktail and gave me some curious looks in the process. Clearly, the staff there, and some of the patrons, had an idea as to what was happening.

The seating at that large U-shaped booth had changed. Upon returning with those globs of cum on my face, Susan, Sam, Megan, and Mark stood up and guided me to take a place at the center of the U instead of on one side. My husband, for his part, returned to sitting near the end of the table around the U from me. With everyone back and sitting, I was now sandwiched between Sam and Mark. Did this new seating arrangement imply something?