Hello, my name is Bill and my wife’s name is Debbie. The story you are about to read is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to us. We hope you enjoy this and that it turns you on as much as it did us. As usual, we welcome your POSITIVE feed back and your votes. Although the votes don’t really mean that much to us, but we enjoy hearing how much it turned all of you on, especially the couples. Now on with the story.
My wife was chatting on line the other night as usual. Not doing anything in particular. Just the usuall bs stuff that strangers chat about. We have a rather “eye catching” profile on aol, so we get tons of im’s from folks looking to hook up.
At any rate, out of the clear blue, a woman sends her an im and they start chatting. They eventually get around to sending each other a picture of themselves. This woman tells her how pretty she is and wonders if she may be interested in joining a club that she belongs to. My wife asked what kind of club is it? The woman tells her it is a club for women only. I think there are about 45 women all located very near us.
As it turns out, the club is all about women, each daring the other to do something sexual. But…to be admitted to the group, a new potential member must do 2 dares that her sponser tells her to do. Debbie was fascinated with what she had to say. She was curious as to how the club would know for certain that the dare was carried out. The woman told her that there are ways of knowing for sure and not to worry about that.
This discussion lasted for about 2 hours. Finally, Debbie agreed to at least attempt to complete her first dare. She asked what the dare was to be. The woman asked about the hours she worked and since Deb is a housewife, the hours were not a big factor. She just had to work around the children and school, etc.
So…the woman told Debbie, tomorrow, you will be contacted by a photographer, you are to tell him that you want some sexy pictures taken of you in lingerie for your husband’s anniversary present. She gave Deb the name of the studio, and the photographer’s name and what time he would be calling. Deb was to go along with the story that was pre-planned. She was to tell him that today was our anniversary, so the pictures had to be taken today and they had to be taken with a digital camera as time did not permit for developing etc.
Additionally, she was to seduce the photographer. The woman who was giving Deb the directions personally knew of this man and told Deb his name, and that by the way, rumor has it that he is very well endowed. Deb was intrigued but wondered if all of this was for real. She told the woman ok and gave her our cell phone number for the photographer to make contact.
Deb was to actually fuck this guy, and then have him take a picture of his cum leaking out of her. The pictures would be e-mailed to the woman, who in turn would e-mail them to Deb if the mission was accomplished.
This entire conversation took place after I had gone to bed. Deb came running up to me and had printed the entire conversation and woke me up and said, honey, do you want to read something really wild? I slowly woke up and questioned her. She handed me several pages of script..I read in dis-belief as to what this woman wanted my little Debbie to do. I said, you are not serious about this are you?????? She said what do you think? How do you feel about it? I would love to join the club.
I said this is crazy, but if you want to proceed, you do it with the understanding that you are doing this one solely for you. It has nothing to do with a request from me. I am perfectly content with the things we do now. If this excites you, and it is something you really want, then you have my blessing, but don’t tell me later that you “did it for me” as you are not doing if for me. You are doing it for YOU! I had a hard time going back to sleep.
The next morning we discussed it again. I told her this is probably just some nut having fun at your expense. No one is going to call you, especially on such short notice. We discussed all of the various possiblities of why this woman would propose such a thing. She was still intrigued.
The photographer was to call her at 11:30 to get directions to the house. I told her if he did call and if he did show up, to get the license number of his vehicle. And I knew the older boy would be home from school at 2:30. So they had from whatever time he got there until just before 2:30 when our oldest gets home from school to take the pictures, and what ever else was to happen.
I had to go to work, but I told her, you call me the minute he leaves. And if I do not hear from you by 2:30, I will be home. Off to work I went. I called her at noon to see if she heard from this so called photographer. She did! He would be here by 1pm and gave her some long story about the picture quality and not shooting the pics in his studio, where the lighting was controlled and he really should use his 35mm camera and all that. She said he sounded like a photographer. She then asked him how much this was going to cost. His reply was that the bill was to be taken care of by the woman who put Deb up to this and he mentioned her by name.
Additionally, he told her that he was doing this on such a short notice as a personal favor to the woman Deb had spoken to. I decided that perhaps everything was on the level more or less but was still very much concerned. I watched the clock with baited breath. Finally, I called her at 2:25, just 5 minutes before I knew our son would be home. Deb answered the phone and was breathing very hard. I said, honey are you ok? She said yes, I am fine. Oh my God, I got to let you go, I just heard the school bus. She hung up.
I could not wait for my shift to end at work. When I finally arrived home, she was all smiles. I asked if everything was ok and she said it sure was, except that the pictures were not e-mailed to her yet. This was some 6 hours later and it was only supposed to take 2!
As it turned out, Deb sent the woman an e-mail letting her know she was very upset by not having the pictures as promised. I said, so tell me what happened. She told me the guy was nice looking, about 38 years old. She had on a sheer teddy and black stockings on when he arrived. He said, well, it looks like you are ready. Great, where are we going to take the pictures.
Deb led him to our bedroom. She said, just a minute, do you have a business card? He looked in his wallet and so no, but I may have some in the van, I can check if you like. Deb said, well, perhaps on your way out, you can bring one in for me. He then proceeded to take some pictures of her in various poses and outfits.
He had her use ice on her nipples and she told him she didn’t know what to do. She knew she was running out of time to actually seduce him and get the shot that she was instructed to get. She told him, “I have never worked with ice before, show me what to do”. He grinned and then held the ice to her nipples and then he gave her the ice back, and started to take more pics. He then told her to put the ice down below, and once again, she said, show me. He reluctantly moved the ice to her pussy. He then took more pics.
She said, I have an idea, I am still rather uncomfortable with me being the only one naked, why don’t you take off your clothes? He said, no one has ever asked me to do that. Am I being set up here or what? Deb said, I don’t know what you are talking about. He asked to use our phone and called his wife at work. She supposedly told him to have fun and enjoy his work. He apparently knew what she meant by that and hung up the phone.
He then said ok, lets do this. He took off his clothes and told her she was very tempting. His cock was huge! Deb told him to take a picture of her sucking it. He did. Then she told him to take a picture of his cock inside her. He did. He took several pictures. But time was running out before he could get a final picture of the cum running out of her. She had to get dressed, make sure he got dressed, and out the door before our son made it in the house.
Just in a nick of time. Later that evening, we got the pictures e-mailed to us as promised. I was so horny, looking at my wife in awe. The woman sent her an e-mail telling her she performed her first dare beautifully and that she would be contacting her with her final dare to gain entrance to the club. They meet once a month by the way, to give each other the dares for the next month.
Deb sent her an e-mail back, telling her she was most anxious to hear what the next challenge was and was looking forward to hearing from her.