Dare to Dare
By Dawn Ramble
This is the third story I'm writing from a male perspective. Let me know if it sounds right. All characters are over 18.
Chapter One
"God, I love nude beaches, just the feel of swimming naked in the water is so exhilarating." I was close enough to the beach that I could stand up as these thoughts went through my mind. I'm Rod Morpeth, I'm a professor of English Lit. I'm also a rugby player who runs marathons. I'm a bit of a fitness freak and I'm 6ft 3 just under 200 pounds. I'll admit I like the way women look at me on the beach even though I'm happily married. My wife Julie is here with me, and she shares my love of keeping fit. She's thirty-seven and I'm about to turn forty, in fact this vacation is her treat to celebrate my fortieth birthday, which is on Thursday, still four days away.
She's sitting on her lounger in the shade at the top of the beach as I leave the water. I've just started walking towards her when I see this young woman walking towards the water. She must be in her early twenties, and she is a fucking knock out. She has a lovely natural all-over tan no tan lines. I'm always a little conscious of the fact that although my wife and I often swim and sunbathe nude in our back yard, we still have paler bits where life demands we spend most of our time dressed.
I'm wondering if this girl spends her whole life here in the Caribbean when I knock over some lady's beach bag.
"Christ, I nearly stepped on her," I think, as I mumble "sorry," and duck around her umbrella, which brings me closer to dream girl. She for her part raises her eyes and smiles as we pass. I sense she saw what happened and is laughing at me. I'm aware also that my admiration of her might be showing a bit as I feel my cock has lifted off my balls and is hanging out a little, not really raised just a little fuller and mildly excited. I turn and watch her perfect bum as she walks on towards the water. Then she turns slightly and looks back at me before continuing. I think she was checking if I was checking her out.
"Guilty as charged," I think, as I continue up the beach where I can see my wife is openly laughing.
"Well, that was quite a show. You looked like a gawking teenager, Hot Rod," she said in a low voice as I approached her and sat down on my lounger.
"Hot Rod," Is what my friends called me, when we first met, and I haven't heard her use it in years. She confessed on our third date when things were getting interesting that she'd heard the rumours and wondered if they were true. I drove up to a quiet spot above the town and let her confirm them for herself. I'm big, not extreme porn big, but seven inches soft and close to eight and thick when I'm hard. That makes me more of a 'shower' than a 'grower', but I never got complaints except maybe that I was too big.
I make it sound like I fucked a mass of girls. Not so, but I felt up quite a few girls and let them do the same. I'm not saying I was a virgin when we married, I had bedded precisely six girls and I can name them, although two weren't actually in a bed. My future wife and I didn't fuck on that third date either, but we did get each other off. At least she got me off, although I'm not sure she had the big 'O'. Anyway, that's all history and Julie wasn't a virgin when I met her either. She admitted to three previous relationships and some 'one-nighter's or 'weekender's although she has always been coy about exactly how many.
"That was really funny," Julie continued, "You would really love to fuck her, wouldn't you?" and she leant across and gave me a couple of firm rubs. I guess her words built an instant mental image and my cock responded like a Saturn rocket. Boom, I was sitting there with a fully stiff erect cock.
"Whoa, boy," she said, "You really are ready."
"I'm sorry," I said, "But you have to admit she's something."
"Everything you love; tall, perky tits but not too big, jutting nipples, long legs, firm butt and thighs and no doubt a pussy to die for."
This wasn't helping to reduce my erection and I thought, "Thank God, there's no one in our immediate vicinity."
Julie continued, "If it will make your birthday special, I give you permission."
"Permission to what?" I asked.
"To go as far as she's willing, always assuming she'll give you the time of day."
"You're joking."
"Actually, I've been thinking after sixteen years our sex has got repetitive. I'm not saying it's not good, but I'm not averse to mixing it up as long as it's just sex. I don't want to jeopardize our marriage."
"Wow, I didn't expect this. You continue to surprise me. Are you sure about this?"
"Well, I'm willing to give it a trial run if you are."
"And you're serious about this, I mean with this girl? I'm not sure I'm ready to risk the humiliation."
"Come on you're a good-looking dude. Go on, I dare you."
There it was the dare word. She knows I can't resist a dare.
"Okay, you're on. Wait a minute, I guess you're thinking this goes both ways."
"Well, it's not my birthday, but would that bother you? I mean you know your big, maybe I like something a little smaller now and again."
I laughed. "I heard that before from a couple of girls... before we got married, of course. You know I never cheat."
"Me neither, that why we both have to be okay with this. That way it's not cheating."
"I guess. You're not wanting us to become swingers?"
"Absolutely not! I'm not saying I would rule out getting together with a couple who are 'sympatico', but definitely not looking for multiple random couples."
"You seem to have thought this through."