Dare Me (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  “Thanks,” I say to him, taking a normal drink instead of sucking it all down like an animal.

  Pulling the cigarette that’s resting between’s Tom’s fingers, I take a drag from it and hand it back to him.

  The rich, smooth flavor goes down smooth and is much needed after a good fuck like I just had.

  “Yeah, I’m going to have to agree with that and say I also enjoyed myself,” Shawn says, grinning from ear to ear as he sits on the picnic bench.

  Chapter 12

  Beth

  After we’ve all gone back to our tents, I have to know what in the hell possessed my husband to pull such a crazy stunt.

  “Babe,” I ask as he’s zipping up the tent. “What in the hell made you do that tonight?”

  “Do what?” he asks as he straightens out his sleeping bag.

  “You know what,” I playfully smack him. “What was up with that crazy game of truth or dare?”

  “Are you mad?” he asks.

  How could I be mad? I had a fantastic time tonight. I got fucked by three hot men, one of them being my husband. How could any woman complain about that?

  I could see how he might be mad though. It went from a semi-harmless adult game of truth or dare to a ménage that none of us will ever be able to forget about.

  “No. Are you?” I ask him.

  “Why would you ask if I were mad? If I were mad, I could’ve stopped things anytime I wanted. We’re all adults, I can say no.”

  “But you didn’t,” he smiles at me.

  “I know, that’s why I asked if you were mad. Are you disappointed that I didn’t stop things?”

  “Are you fucking kidding?” he asks.

  We both start laughing. My husband possesses the ability to turn a serious situation into a funny one at the drop of a dime, and I love him for it.

  “There’s no way in hell I’d ever be mad for you making good on a dare that I started. Besides, did you see how those two were all over you?”

  “Yeah, they were, weren’t they? What made you do it? The dare, I mean. Seriously.”

  Propping myself up on my elbow as I lie on my side, I patiently wait for his answer. I really want to know. Actually, I’m dying to know. Being an exhibitionist is one thing but participating in a ménage is something entirely different. He’s never….shared me before.

  He’s never even mentioned it before. Even all of the porn we have at home has nothing with ménages, orgies, or any other type of group sex. Tonight very much caught me by surprise.

  Normally, he’s very protective of me. This is not something that I ever expected out of him, but it was surprisingly….amazing? I just don’t understand what possessed him to start all of this.

  He sighs and slides his hand through his hair.

  “I’ve never said much about this before,” he pauses. “Actually, I’ve never said it, but you know how we like people watching us?”

  I nod because it’s true. We’ve been like this since as long as I can remember.

  “Well, for a long time, I’ve always— I kind of secretly hoped that maybe someone would join us,” he looks at me for reassurance.

  “What? What do you mean?”

  “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve wanted to do something like this for a long time.”

  He licks his lips and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands.

  “Do you want to go have a cigarette?” I ask.

  I know I could sure use one.

  “Yeah, let’s have a smoke. We’ll go for a walk and talk so our ‘neighbors’ don’t hear us,” he puts air quotes around the word neighbors and motions over to the campsite that Shawn and Hunter are occupying.

  Walking down a gravel path, we listen to the bugs in the night make their mating calls and communicate with one another as we enjoy the fresh country scent filling our senses.

  “So you’ve always wanted to do what we did tonight?” I ask, my voice sounds weak and small.

  I sound so unsure of myself, and I am. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to jump to conclusions or put words in his mouth that don’t necessarily belong there. I want all of his words to be his own, so he can explain it to me in his own way.

  “Yeah. I mean, I’ve always wanted to do it with you,” he says.

  “With me? As in you’ve done this before with other people?”

  A smile creeps across his face.

  “Once. With an ex of mine, about four years before we met. I never brought it up because I didn’t think you’d ever go for it.”

  He lights his cigarette and passes me the lighter. I take a deep puff off my cigarette and blow the smoke into the dark air, leaving a white cloud in front of my face as I walk through it.

  “Why didn’t you think I’d do it? I mean, I don’t know if I would’ve or not, but why didn’t you at least talk to me?”

  Now he’s the one stalling, taking a long drag off his cigarette.

  “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want you to say no.”

  We continue walking along the gravel path until we come to the bridge and decide to turn back to the campsite since our cigarettes are almost out.

  “Do you regret it?” he asks me.

  “No, I don’t regret it one bit,” I laugh. “It was actually pretty fun. I liked it.”

  “Really?” he laughs, putting his arm around me.

  “Yeah, I did. Do you regret it?” I ask him.

  He thinks about it for a minute as we walk and for a second, I’m afraid that he’s going to say yes.

  I’m afraid that he’ll regret his choices—our choices—and think poorly of me. That’s not something I could handle. If his image of me were tarnished in some way because of tonight, I’d never forgive myself because, in my eyes, this man is perfect.

  He’s the only man I truly ever want or will ever need. He’s my everything.

  “The only thing I regret,” he begins, taking a long pause.

  Shit, I knew it. He does regret it.

  “Is not having a camera to record everything because what I saw tonight is way better than anything I could ever buy, and maybe I regret that we were all drinking. I think it could’ve been more fun if we were all sober.”

  We both laugh for a moment as he pulls me close to his side.

  “And why is that?” I ask.

  I’m not sure why watching me almost get splinters in my ass while fucking two strangers could be so hot, but apparently it’s better than anything my husband could ever buy.

  “Because you were in it.”

  He leans down, kissing the top of my head and lets out a deep sigh.

  “Say, Mrs. Crescent, have you ever thought about a career in film?” he teases.

  “Oh, shut up, Tom!” I giggle.

  “You know, I could hold an audition for you. It would be,” he stops for a second. “A private audition, if you know what I mean.”

  “Oh yeah? I don’t know. My husband kind of has a thing for me fucking strangers, and I don’t even know your name Mr. Film Director,” I tease, pretending not to know him.

  “Then you’d fit right in, Mrs. Crescent,” he kisses the back of my hand like a true gentleman would. “And you can call me Mr. Right.”

  “Mr. Right, huh?” I laugh at him. “And why are you Mr. Right?”

  “Because I’m the perfect man for you and I want you right now.”

  He hoists me up over his shoulder and dashes for the tent with me squealing into the night air. With my legs flailing and my arms gripping him tightly, he never struggles even while he’s running all the way back to our tent.

  Bouncing on his shoulder, I laugh and laugh until we’re back inside the tent where he lies me on top of our sleeping bags and pillows, adoring my silhouette in the moonlight peeking inside the small opening of our tent.

  It’s in this very instant when I realize that he really did enjoy everything tonight and he doesn’t regret a thing. Nothing has changed between us, and I’m all his.

  This makes me feel
like I’m the only woman in the world.

  And I am, at least for him. I need to feel him inside of me. I want to feel his hands on my body. I need his lips on mine, and I can’t wait another second.

  Leaning up, I hurriedly pull his shirt over his head and begin stripping him as my mouth crashes on top of his. Normally, he’s the aggressor when we have sex, but I literally have to have him right this second.

  I need him to feel me. I want him to make me his again, and I want him to own me.

  Chapter 13

  Tom

  I don’t know what has gotten into Beth, but I can sense a desperate, frantic need in her that’s never been there before.

  With the way she’s tearing my clothes off, I can’t help but reciprocate when a primal urge to take her and make her mine again kicks in. In one swift motion, I have her panties and shorts off while she removes her top, exposing her soft, curvy breasts.

  Cupping them with my hands, I rub them and lick each of her nipples, causing her to stir beneath my fingertips. Straddling her, I use my weight to my advantage and pin her hips down with my thighs, rendering her unable to move.

  This is exactly how I want her.

  I want her helpless. I want to control her pleasure, and I’m going to take her like I’ve never taken her before.

  Tonight has done something to me. Seeing her with other men and watching them enjoy her body makes me all that more aware how lucky I really am. All I know is that I need to be inside of my wife and I want her to know that I love her. She’ll always be mine.

  Forever and ever.

  Thrashing about beneath me, I can tell she’s eager for sex, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet. I’m going to enjoy her body just as the guys did earlier tonight.

  I want to suck on and kiss every part of her that they sucked on and kissed. I will lick every inch of her that they licked. I’m going to fuck every part of her that they fucked.

  “Uh-uh,” I say, shaking my head no. “Shhhh,” I lean over her, putting my mouth next to her ear as I pin her wrists above her head on the pillow. “Tonight, you’re all mine. I’m going to lick, kiss, suck and fuck every inch of your body until I wipe every trace of them off of you. I’ve got you, and you’re not going anywhere.”

  A soft whimper escapes her lips as her hips grind against my pelvis.

  I’ve always been a sucker for her, and I want to give in this instant and just fuck her silly until her sandy brown curls are bouncing as hard as her tits, but I won’t do it.

  Not tonight.

  I’m going to take my time and own her. I want her to feel wanted, loved, and cherished. If it takes me until dawn, that’s what I’ll do because I want to imprint myself on her so that she never forgets who she belongs to.

  In my eyes, this is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s the only woman in the world that means a thing to me. Sometimes when I look at her, I still see the rain-soaked beauty that I met in the coffee shop when I finally started becoming a permanent fixture in her world.

  She will always be special to me, and I want to remind her of that. The best way to do it is by showing her.

  Keeping her wrists pinned above her head, I push her legs apart with my knees and allow our sexes to grind against each other without penetrating her.

  Biting her plump bottom lip, I slide my tongue in her mouth and kiss her as though our lives depend on it. Because right in this instant, I feel like our love does. I want her to feel how much I love her.

  Our hips still grinding against each other, we continue our teasing and tantalizing each other. The tip of my cock grazes her pussy, and I can feel how wet she is which makes me want her even more. I love knowing the effect I have on this woman with barely touching her, but I’m not giving in to her that easily.

  My nose gently pushes her face to the side, exposing the length of her neck, granting me full access to lick, kiss, suck and tease her. She loves her neck and thighs to be kissed on, but I haven’t made my way that far south yet.

  “Please,” she whimpers. “Stop teasing me.”

  Reaching down with my free hand, I position the head of my cock and rest it at her entrance with just enough pressure to drive her crazy.

  “Oh,” she gasps. “Tom, please.”

  I love hearing her beg. There’s no way I’m going to stop. Giggling, I tell her, “Shhhh, it’s not time yet.”

  Reaching back down between us, I grab my cock and move the tip of it and begin lightly tracing her hood, flicking her clit with it. The hitch in her breathing tells me that she’s enjoying this, maybe enjoying it a little too much.

  Making my way down to her breasts, I take her nipple into my mouth and begin sucking on it until it’s perfectly pointed before I move onto the other one. As I take the second one into my mouth, I notice the goosebumps that are lightly prickling around her nipple, and it makes my cock jump.

  It’s killing me almost as much as it’s killing her, but I want to relish in the foreplay and take my time with her body, giving every curve all of the attention it deserves. Her full-figured body is too beautiful not to appreciate.

  The way her curves flair out in comparison to her waist is equally as sexy as how her rounded breasts sway and bounce when I’m inside of her. What’s even sexier is the way she carries herself.

  She knows that she’s not a size two, and she’s proud of it. The way Beth flaunts her beauty is the most provocative thing I’ve ever seen. She’s like a drug that I can’t get enough of, and I’m always looking forward to more.

  “Fuck, Beth,” I moan, as I begin trailing kisses down her stomach.

  The closer I get to her pussy, the more I can smell her scent. Her sex fills the empty air of the tent, and I can taste it even though my mouth hasn’t had the opportunity just yet.

  I’m already drooling just thinking about it.

  “Thomas,” she whispers my full name.

  I love it when she does that because that means she’s desperate.

  “Yes?” I answer between kisses.

  “No more teasing, please. I need you.”

  Licking her thighs, I refuse to answer her until I plant a firm kiss on her clitoris before flicking it with my tongue.

  “You’ve got me,” I reply.

  “No, I want you inside of me,” she begs.

  I continue to ignore her pleas and focus on teasing her even more. She’s not nearly worked up enough, and I’m not giving in until she comes at least once.

  Slowly, I glide my tongue up the length of her sex, lapping up all of her juices. Her sweet cream coats my tongue, reminding me of how good she tastes. For a second, I’m jealous all over again that another man licked her, but the excitement of it still fuels me.

  Pushing my two of my fingers inside of her, I can tell there’s enough wetness to last quite a while. She’s so fucking turned on that I just want to bury my cock deep inside her, but I won’t do it just yet.

  Fingering her, my tongue swirls her clit and hood, teasing her into oblivion but this isn’t enough to get her there; not even by a mile. But I know what will.

  Curling my fingers inside of her, I begin to make that ‘come here’ motion, pushing against her G-spot. Her sweet nectar starts leaking out of her as her excitement continues to grow.

  I don’t let off of her the hook until I have her right where I want her.

  Getting my pinky finger nice and wet, I slowly insert it through her back door while I continue eating her and fingering her.

  It’s only a matter of seconds later when she’s squeezing her breasts, cumming all over my face as her hips rise up and down.

  Satisfied with her orgasm, my cock is rock hard and aching for her. All I’ve wanted to do all night was be buried deep inside of her but re-branding her was far more important.

  Chapter 14

  Beth

  Whatever has gotten into my husband has turned him into a complete sex machine. Ever since we went on our walk, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of me.
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br />   Him teasing me the way he did wasn’t fair. He refused to penetrate me until after he teased the hell out of me and made me come, but two can play that game.

  He better hope that I show him a little mercy because I’m much better at this game than he is, and I can take him there and back.

  I love edging him. Getting him right there and then stopping is the best feeling in the world. I could do it to him for hours, but I’m not that cruel. The truth is I take great pride in pushing him to the edge and making him come.

  Climbing on top of him, I slide down his cock, taking him all the way to the base. Sometimes it’s hard to take all of him because of his length, but not tonight.

  He’s got me so damn turned on that I can’t get enough of him. Tonight, there is no pain. It’s only pleasure.

  Pure pleasure.

  Begging him was useless, but now that he’s finally let me up, it’s my turn to tease him, and I’ll remember every single plea that went unanswered when he’s the one pleading for mercy.

  Raking my nails across his chest, I spread my legs open wide and take him as deep as I can. Grinding against him, I rock back and forth before slowly sliding back up into a squatting position.

  Once he has the perfect view of himself still half-way inside of me, I slide back down until he’s completely buried inside of me again.

  “Ahhh,” he lets out a sigh.

  “You like that, baby?” I ask him with one hand still resting on his chest.

  Placing my other hand by his head, I lean down and whisper in his ear.

  “Do you like being buried inside of me?”

  “Mhmm,” he moans.

  I know my husband, and I can tell he’s so close to coming inside of me. He’s about to blow any minute, and I love tormenting him. Sliding back up, I let the tip of him remain in me—but just the tip and nothing more.

  His entire dick is throbbing, pulsing with need and want.

  I know what he’s doing right now—since I know him so well—he’s trying to think of anything he can except sex or how good it feels. His mind is racing in a million different directions, and I can see it in his eyes.