I Dare You To Wear

The clock in the bottom right corner of my computer screen showed 4:58. Close enough! I slammed it shut and cracked open a beer. Ah, the first few minutes of the weekend. One of my favorite parts of the week.

From the other room, I heard my wife say, "Bye everyone, have a good weekend!" I grabbed a bottle of red wine from the shelf and cracked it open. When she walked into the living room, a glass of her favorite cheap cab was waiting for her.

"Aw, honey. Thank you!" She loved surprises like this. She sat on the couch next to me. We said cheers, took a drink and kissed. I ran one hand through her silky, brown hair. My other hand ran down the side of the tight Valentine's-day red dress she wore under her work outfit, feeling her soft, tan skin through cutouts along the sides. It was April, but my wife, Mae never needed a special occasion to dress up for me. As soon as she took off the cardigan she was wearing on top, she was no longer a modest remote worker. She looked hot and ready for the weekend.

"What should we do, baby?" Mae said. The last few weekends had been go, go, go, filled with nonstop activities befitting of couples in their thirties: Baby showers, Children's birthday parties, soccer games. We weren't even thirty yet. I was twenty-nine and Mae was twenty-six. We didn't have kids, either. But thanks to Mae's penchant for making older friends, combined with her job as a nurse and volunteer-work at a dog shelter, we'd been invited to a barrage of boring, mind-numbing events that Spring. It wasn't going to get any better in Summer, with school breaks, birthday parties, gender reveals, and god-knows-what-else finding its way into our plans. I was excited to be growing up with the love of my life. My beautiful, charming better half. But on that particular Friday, I was feeling beyond due for an exciting night. Plus, I remembered her favorite glass of wine.

I looked again at Mae's red dress, a low-cut Maxi dress that hugged her body perfectly. I loved the way she smiled at me, attentively waiting for my reply, wanting to do whatever made me happy. Throughout the week, she told me how happy it made her to spend time with her new friends. She wanted to repay the favor.

"I have an idea. Let me know what you think," I said.

At the time, there was a flirty, playful game we had started playing together. It started by accident a few weeks earlier when we were at the mall. Mae was trying on shoes for a friend's upcoming wedding. She was wearing a new pair of light wash jeans she bought, low-rise jeans from Hollister that were a decade old. Yes, "vintage" jeans from the 2000s, which made us feel old. But my god, they were perfect. Mae wanted to replicate looks from our youth, and these jeans were exactly it. They were in between baggy and skinny, perfectly distressed with small rips on the knees and thighs. Mae found a pair of heels she liked, and as she bent down to find her size, her bright pink thong peeked out from her jeans.

She must not have felt it, or didn't care. Because she stayed there, continuing to search for the right size, lacy, pink thong out for everyone to see. I was immediately hard. It was so hot, seeing that forbidden part of her wardrobe. It was on display for anyone who wanted to look. When she finally found her size, she turned around and noticed my hard cock through my joggers.

"Baby, you're so hard," she said, mouth agape. I wanted her to suck my cock right there in front of everyone. I imagined people walking by seeing her blow me, on her knees in the middle of the store, showing her pink thong with pride. I imagined them lining up for her, everyone wanting to get a closer look, to feel her and enjoy her. What if Mae liked all the attention, and wanted to taste them too...

I snapped out of it. "Mae, um," I said, not sure how to break the news. I pointed towards her lower back. She reached back and felt it, smiling at me as she discovered the source of my boner.

"Oops!" she said. But she didn't actually fix it. She bent down again, pretending to look for another size. She liked teasing me.

After the shoe store, she went to the bathroom. I assumed she would fix her wardrobe malfunction. When she came out, her thong straps were pulled high on her waist, visible from the front, side, or back. Mae was fully rocking the whaletail. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. We went from store to store with Mae dressed like that, a mall-walking whore with a husband. Anyone at the mall that night probably saw my wife's thong. She loved how turned on I was. When we got home, we fucked like animals. She came hard on my cock, and we officially had a new favorite game.

That night, I wanted to play another round. Higher stakes this time. Instead of the mall, where we usually played, I wanted to go somewhere with a different clientele. Fewer grandparents and creepy old guys, some place more sexually charged an interesting: the night club.

Our town had one primary venue everyone went to, The Panther. It was a massive club with a bar on the first floor, a club in the basement, and a second club upstairs. Within The Panther, everyone knew the upstairs club was the place to be. Upstairs had the best music, loudest speakers, biggest dance floor, and most consistent crowd of attractive people. Our Panther days were somewhat behind us by then, which made it the perfect antidote to the boring places we'd found ourselves that spring.

I announced my plan for the night to Mae in the most enticing way possible: a dare. "I dare you to wear a really slutty outfit to The Panther tonight."

"Okay, Daddy," she said. "I'll go put my makeup on!"

When Mae emerged from the bedroom an hour later, I wondered if I had gone too far. Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked towards me, no other sound in the room. I was speechless. She reached me, straddling her legs over me, and touching my hands, slowly pulling them towards her, inviting me to touch. I touched her, putting my hands along the contour of her lower back, feeling her bare skin.

Her dress was completely backless, plunging low, far too low along her back. The chest had a deep v-cut, revealing Mae's flowery sternum tattoo. Not only was the dress irresistibly revealing, it was a bright pink, latex material. I could not look away. Mae stepped back and slowly turned for me, letting me take her in from every angle. The cherry on top was her backless dress. It ran low along her back, and Mae, knowing what turns me on, wore a high-waisted pink g-string, completely visible against her lower back. I couldn't wait a minute longer and ordered a rideshare downtown. We finished our drinks as the driver arrived.

When we got to The Panther, we headed straight for the third floor. I caught so many eyes and heads turning as we went upstairs, trying to catch a glimpse of Mae. This was the best part of the game, seeing my wife make people swoon. I felt so lucky to be her man.

Mae and I danced together. She loved dancing, or in other words, pressing her ass into me as we bounced and swayed to the beat. Basically, fucking with clothes on. I held her waist as she danced, feeling the latex dress against her hips. Her pink dress was a shiny beacon in the dark lighting of the club, catching anyone's eyes who surveyed the room. I reached down and pulled her thong string, snapping it against her butt. "You are so fucking hot!" I yelled over the loud noise.

"Aw, I'm glad you think so baby," Mae said. She batted her eyes at me. I could tell we were both enjoying ourselves. She looked like she wanted to say something, then stopped herself. She glanced across the room where a group of three tall men were standing, watching the crowd with no one to dance with.

I read her mind. "I bet those guys think you're hot too!" I said.

"Really!? Noooo, I doubt it." she said. But she was being modest. I could tell she wanted to say, "Yes, of course they do. Have you fucking seen me?"

I encouraged her. I took her hand and walked towards the men before letting go and heading to the bar to get us drinks, just to see what happened. When I came back with two rum-and-cokes, I found exactly what I was hoping to find. The men crowded around Mae, hanging on her every word as they struggled to talk over the loud club music. Mae and I made eye contact. I winked, granting her permission.

Mae took one of the men and walked to the center of the dance floor, in front of everyone. She stood against him, front-to-front, as they pressed their bodies together and moved to the music. He held her lower back. She looked towards me once more, finding me posted up at a table near the bar. I gave her the go-ahead, and she kissed the strange man whose name she didn't know. She smiled, and then they made out. After the song finished, she returned the man to the group. Then she grabbed one of his friends, guiding him back to the dance floor.

Three strange men, three separate makeout sessions on the third floor of The Panther. While I watched. I was so unbelievably turned on, watching my wife put on a masterclass in our new favorite game. Each man touched her legs, waist, chest, and anywhere else they wanted, enjoying as much of her as they could in public. When we got home, she was soaking wet. She didn't fuck anyone new that night, but my cock gave her everything she could handle, plowing into her as I thought of the night's adventures. When we woke up in the morning, she touched me, jerking me to completion while we re-lived the night before, letting me finish on her ass.

By the time we got to Mae's friend's dog's fifth birthday party that Saturday, things were back to normal. The insatiable horniness was mostly out of our systems, for now. Until next time...