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The Dare- Peggy Gets the Mail

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“I dare you,” said Don to his wife, Peggy.

Peggy considered the challenge thrown up to her by her husband. To walk from their front door to the mailbox and retrieve the mail -- stark naked.

Now Peggy was no prude. She and Don had tanned in the altogether in their backyard for years. They had a robust sex life, their drive being accentuated by children leaving the nest. They had occasionally dared the other to do some outrageous act, usually sexual in nature.

She recalled a time they left a movie theater late at night and Don had dared her to strip in the car for the ride home. Peggy had thought the dare quite tame and had agreed to do it. Don took all of her clothing -- right down to her lacy pink bra and panties -- and locked them in the trunk before starting off for home. Fortunately for Peggy, home was only a few miles away and it was dark at 11:00 p.m. Unfortunately for Peggy, Don laughingly decided to take the well-lit freeway -- and make a significant detour that ran past a late-night road repair work crew.

Peggy recalled how Don was required to slow down to a crawl alongside merging vehicles. Semi drivers seemed especially interested in watching her magnificent breasts jiggle as Don drove over the uneven pavement. A flagman, holding the sign that read “SLOW,” got quite a view of her charms as Don drove slowly past him. No doubt the worker even inhaled her scent as the passenger window was rolled down in the warm summer air. How could he NOT, since her womanly nectar had flowed onto the seat as they drove along.

Peggy remembered reaching their home -- a ranch in the suburbs -- and how Don had practically r*ped her on the front steps. Fortunately they had a circular drive that was shielded from prying eyes by a stand of mature trees. On that night, in his haste to take her, Don pulled the car right in front of the door.

How hot they both were! His cock, always a mighty weapon, had been so strong that night as he plunged into her sopping cunt. Dripping with excitement, she had not needed any foreplay; nor had he given any. They did not make love that night. No. Instead he had fucked her hard, plundering her like a raging animal -- which is exactly what she wanted.

Peggy’s breathing grew a bit ragged as she recalled that night. She considered this proposed dare a bit tame by comparison.

“And just when would I do this?” she asked.

“Friday night at 9:00,” he replied.

Peggy thought it a bit odd that he would choose such a specific time for the deed; but she knew this would give them a chance to have a nice, leisurely dinner with a few glasses of red wine to loosen her inhibitions and spike his libido. It was agreed, and she accepted the dare -- after daring Don to stand naked on their front porch while she ran to the mailbox.

Now their mailbox was located at the edge of the dimly-lit street at one entrance of the circular driveway. Peggy planned to walk through the grove of trees in beeline fashion to cut down her exposure time. It was early fall, after all, and the weather wasn’t getting any warmer. The temperature would likely be in the low 40s. But Peggy was sure that Don would be happy to warm her up once she returned to the house.

It had been agreed that Peggy could wear her sandals to avoid having her feet get cold. It was also agreed that Don would leave the front porch light on so that Peggy would have some light by which to see the trees and mailbox.

They had their leisurely dinner with wine. Don teased about filming her little excursion. She laughingly reminded him that if he wanted to film her walking all the way to the mailbox, he’d have to follow her; and in HIS state of nakedness -- and given the probable state of his arousal while filming -- he might hurt himself.

Both laughed, and each undressed the other in preparation for her “Lady Godiva” run. She ran her hand along his prodigious cock, feeling it swell in her hand. She knew that in just a few minutes, he would be thrusting himself deeply into her body. He tweaked her nipples as he removed her clothing; and a quick swipe of his hand over her pussy let them both know of her erotic arousal.

Don grabbed his camcorder and flipped on the porch light, dimly illuminating the front yard. They both stepped naked into the chilly night air and shivered. Holding her tightly with one arm, Don said, “I love you, Honey. Are you ready to do this?”

Peggy just smiled. Knowing that Don was filming her, she walked toward the trees accentuating the sway of her hips. She had been using this same lure for years; and her fish was always biting.

She reached the trees and stood there for a moment before stepping out to the mailbox. She heard the snap of a twig behind her. She turned and saw a backlit figure a few feet behind her. “So, he DID decide to follow me,” she laughed to herself. “Well, here goes.”

Peggy took a deep breath and stepped out from the protection of the stand of trees. In relative darkness she strode the fifteen feet to the mailbox. All at once she was brilliantly illuminated by two sets of headlights -- one shining from each direction. Peggy froze, one hand on the mailbox, as her lover of forty-plus years came up and hugged her tightly from behind.

“You bastard,” she said. “This wasn’t part of the deal.”

“That’s true, Peggy. But I think we’ll enjoy watching this movie for years to come. I have someone in each car filming us right now. Look in the mailbox and see if anything’s in there.”

Peggy looked into the box and pulled out a shiny dildo. “Let’s put that to good use, Honey,” said Don. He licked the end of it -- as if any lubrication was needed -- and rubbed it along her slit, plunging it into her pleasure box. Peggy gasped. She moaned when the vibrator’s switch was activated, sending tremors through her already heated body.

As he played with the toy, Don’s other hand was busy massaging Peggy’s ample breasts. First one, and then the other, they were fondled, cupped and tweaked to the extent possible. Don’s hands, as large as they were, were not able to fully capture one of those ripe melons in its entirety.

Peggy seized the moment and her husband’s penis. As thick as her wrist, this formidable weapon was now protruding stiffly and seeking to be pleasured.

She dropped to her knees. Pulling the throbbing faux cock from her body, she placed it alongside her husband’s sword, amazed at the resemblance in size and shape. Unbeknown to her, Don had had a duplicate of his own manhood made as a present for her to play with -- whenever he was not around.

Peggy moved her mouth quickly from her new toy to the real thing which had inspired its creation. Don groaned as she alternately fellated him and sucked on the humming plastic while holding his cock against her cheek. Periodically she massaged his scrotum, filled full by the excitement of the moment.

Don pulled her to her feet. He had her reach into the mailbox for any letters it might contain. While she leaned forward, he placed his cock against her feminine folds and pushed, insinuating himself a good five inches with his first glide. Drawing back and pushing again, Don succeeded in filling his bride with his steely monument; and, together, they found a rhythm perfected over the years.

Both were nearly gone in their desires for release. Peggy knew Don was close. She felt her own release first; and her spasming walls sought to milk his cock. She shuddered, knowing Don was ready to explode.

Peggy pulled her body off Don’s cock and once again knelt before him. “Give me your cum. All of it. I want you to cum on my face, and on my tits and in my hair. I want you to cum all over me, you stud. You big, fucking stud.”

Triggered by her slutty words, Don fulfilled her request. As they both held his cock, he deposited stream after hot stream onto her, covering her face with his essence.

They heard clapping coming from both automobiles. That brought Peggy back to reality. Grabbing the mail, she scampered for the front porch with Don in hot pursuit. As they stumbled into the front hall together, they fell into each other’s arms. Don kissed her hard. Never mind that she was covered with his sperm -- he needed to tell her right then and there how much he loved her.

After cleaning themselves with hot washcloths, they tumbled into their bed -- still somewhat sticky, but with an overwhelming need to hug and caress each other.

Before they fell asleep Peggy said, “That went way beyond the dare I accepted. Just remember that paybacks are a bitch. Someday I’ll make you pay for this.” And she smiled. “By the way, was somebody really filming us?”

“Yes, we were being filmed. In fact, at least one of the cameras had sound recording on it.”

“Are the people who did the recording trustworthy? I wouldn’t want this to end up on the internet!”

“Yes, they’re trustworthy, Peggy. You don’t need to worry.”

“Do I know who they are?”

“Yes.”

“Will you tell me who?”

Don smiled and kissed her. “No,” he replied. “You’ll always wonder.”

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