Hidden Dare

My name is Christopher Miller. I'm a big guy. 6'3" and 195 pounds. I've been told I'm good looking. Blue eyes. I'm 21 years old at the time of this occurrence. I just left the military (82nd Airborne Division) and found a job as a security guard at an open air mall. I worked for about 4 months for this old guy, Mark,(like in his 80s) that was the site boss of the guards.

He told me one night, a war story about being on the occupational force in Japan after WWII. He told me how he would pick out young pretty Japanese girls walking past his posted position and rape them on the ground. As if I agreed to this behavior.

I calmly told him he was a coward and if I had been in his unit, I would have gotten rid of him. I told him we weren't friends and not to talk to me except work related.

I guess he called the security company and tried to have me removed. Insubordination. I got a call from the owner's wife June (actually co-owner) and she asked me if there had been words with Mark. I explained that he confessed to rapeing women in Japan. I told her that in my unit we got rid of losers like that. I told her I could still work for him and would follow his direction but I'm not his friend.

Two days later I was offered the position of on site manager. Mark was leaving the company.

Mike Rivers was a new hire. He was a little bit of a meek and mild man. I had him work with me for two weeks to show him everything. He was married to a nurse, Karen. We worked together for the training time and I noticed Mike was pretty much a puppy dog. That was fine with me, I just wanted him to do what I told him to do.

One day, Mike asked if he could have a lunch break with his wife. I said sure, then told him to not take too long. I didn't want him on an extended lunch screwing around when he was supposed to be working.

I had intended that 'screwing around' part as generic for hanging out or loafing. Later, I guess he could have taken it as me telling him to not have sexual intercourse with his wife while working because much later he would ask if it was ok for screwing around now as he left work. I took this as unusual and a bit submissive thing to say. The thought that his work supervisor had the power to regulate an employee's sexual activities with his wife.

His wife, Karen, drove into the parking lot near our office. I was introduced as Chris, the boss. Karen was a thin woman, pinkish white flawless skin, glasses, about 5'6". I wish I could tell you she had huge boobs and dressed revealing but truthfully she didn't. She was maybe a 32 small B-cup. She did have a big firm ass, maybe a 36 or 38. A pear shape but she was firm and toned. She wore a simple white blouse and black pants. She was two years older than me, 23 years old.

I shook Karen's hand, looked her in the eyes and told her she could be proud of her husband. He was coming along nicely and I was sure he'd advance quickly. I told them to enjoy their dinner and I'd see Mike after he finished.

Mike and Karen sat in their car for a long while and then drove off property. They returned, I suppose from a drive through and sat in the car longer.

Mike opened the office door and gave Karen a tour. She walked around looking at the equipment. Mike whispered to me that Karen is a hugger, be prepared.

After a long while, I stood up from my desk and walked to the door. This indicated it was time for her to go. She walked to me and hesitated. I felt she was looking for the right way to say good bye. I thought I'd make it easier.

"Mike gave me permission to hug you goodbye."

Karen lifted her thin arms up and toward me.

"Yes, please." Karen whispered.

So stop. I need to explain here that I really enjoy paying attention to married women. They are safe to flirt with and play around with because they are taken. I feel good when making a woman feel sexy but I like to avoid all the commitment issues and expectations. I believe that married women are the best sex partners. They know what they want and how to orgasm, if the secret is kept then no one is hurt, it's just good sex. I try to stay away from single girls that will expect courting, proposals and a wedding.

I bent down and bear hugged her tight. I squeezed some air out of her and rubbed her lower back, almost to her ass cheeks. After 5 seconds I let go. Karen looked like she enjoyed the hug, her blouse had some dark spots on the front. Her nipples were poking outward.

Mike walked her to the car and waved goodbye. Karen looked a lot at me.

The next day Mike said that Karen wants me to come to dinner at their apartment. I really wasn't sure about this. I knew it would be fun to flatter and tease his wife a little but Mike was a touch creepy. I think he sensed my reluctance.

"She said not to take no for an answer. I think she feels it's important. ,,She'll be hurt.,,,say yes."

"Ok. Tomorrow? What time?"

***

I decided to ride my motorcycle over because of the ease of parking. I knocked on their apartment door.

Karen answered the door. She had dolled herself up some. Curled hair, lipstick, makeup, earrings, perfume. She had on a cute sun dress that buttoned up the front and high heels. The dress was above the knee and flowy at the hem.

Karen asked me in and after closing the door walked at me with her arms raised again. I hugged her just like before and decided to rub her ass a little. Those high heels had her butt up and sticking out. I took them into my hands. They were pretty firm for being so big. I felt she was wearing regular full back panties. I gave her a couple ass squeezes and then released her, stepping back. Karen's face was bright red.

"Where is Mike?" I asked.

"He is in the family room, watching TV." She said.

"Well, you look really good. It doesn't embarrass you if I pay you attention does it? Sometimes I might go a bit far."

"No, I like your attention." She said. She closed in on me again and put her hands around my neck, then she whispered, "I like guys that take what they want."

I rubbed her butt again as I thought over the 'take what they want' statement. Was she talking about me forcing her? Or was she saying I'm married but available, or what was she saying? (I know, I'm stupid)

She took my right hand and led me to the doorway that let into their family room. She stopped in the doorway blocking the door and pulled my hand behind her, down toward her ass. I stood close and sliced the top edge of my right hand between the cleft of her cheeks. Deep enough to graze her anal ring. Rubbing up and down.

Mike jumped up and put his hand out. I withdrew my hand from his wife's ass and shook his hand. He and I walked into the family room and Karen went to the kitchen.

Dinner was pizza and salad. Both of them were really quiet and I dominated the conversation. Telling army stories but only upbeat things.

We went into the family room again and Mike put on a documentary. Karen sat next to me and Mike really didn't talk or look my direction. Karen put her hand on mine as she watched television.

In retrospect I think I could have pulled Karen's dress off and had her sit on my lap but I was only 21 and didn't get it. The only married girls I had known so far were concerned that their husbands were not anywhere near while we played.

So, I'm just not going to move on her, she wants me to take her, he is right next to us. After 30 minutes I tell them I'm going and thank them for dinner. Mike shakes my hand and Karen walks me out to my motor.

"You don't have to go. Mike usually falls asleep and we can,, talk." Karen said a little frustrated.

I told her I had a great time. Maybe I could have them over sometime. Karen leaned against me as I sat astride my motorcycle. I ran my hand down to her big ass again, running my fingers around the bottom of her cheeks and into the divide.

"You have a nice ass, Karen. If Mike was asleep-" my cellphone rang. Karen stood up as I got my phone out. I put my hand on her breast and felt through her dress to a nipple. I pinched and rolled it while I talked on the phone. She was smiling at me.

It was June the owner. My graveyard guy had called in sick. She said I should come in, she was at the mall now. She said to not get in uniform, just come in.

"I've got to go into work. I'm sorry Karen, you are very tempting. Tell Mike I'll see him at work." Karen smiled when I said she was tempting.

Karen didn't say anything but pushed her lips to mine. I didn't want to smear her lipstick so I kept my mouth closed. After a few seconds I slapped her ass twice and started the motor. She backed up. I pulled my helmet on and drove to a stop sign. I looked back and saw Karen walking back to her apartment. I saw the door open for her as she neared.

***

A side thing that happened. I got to the mall and met June in the office. She was around 40 years old. Now talk about confident and aware! She was dark haired, thin and had a good sized bust. Her hips weren't small, a nice figure. She wore a nice sleeveless multi-colored pull over top and white stretch pants, with white sandles.

She quite boldly walked up to me and hugged me. She welded her hips to mine, leaned back to casually talk to me. She fussed with my hair because of the helmet goofing it up.

"I hope you weren't on a date, Chris. Malin called in sick, technically on time but just. I tried but couldn't get a fill in. Thanks for answering." She said staring at my lips.

I told her I was at the Rivers' house for dinner. His wife was really nice. June smiled and said she is nice too.

June asked me about Karen's age and then asked if I liked older women. I admitted I preferred them.

The mall was closed and deserted. The cameras were recording everything on the grounds. It was a sleep shift.

"Well, I guess I owe you for coming in." She smiled.

June reached to my zipper and pulled it down. She fished around and pulled my cock out. I wasn't fully up but as she stroked it, I got bigger.

"This is just a thank you. It never happened. Doesn't mean we are going to do-"

I kissed June and held the back of her head. I licked deep inside her mouth and pulled her to me. After a minute I broke the kissing.

"This never happened. I would never be with my boss. She is a professional and we respect each other." I said smiling.

"Good. So, do you want a blow job?"

"No."

I reached to her pants and started pulling them down. June simply looked down at my hard cock and said 'OK.'

It was just that easy with an older experienced married woman. I kissed her more and rubbed her pussy for a few minutes, until she walked to my desk and bent over. She had a nicely groomed hairy pussy. I slid right in behind her. I fucked her until she orgasmed, then I finished inside her.

She was happy and said that was just what she hoped for and hugged me for a little while. She pulled up her pants and I walked her to her car. She told me to log a few more hours and lock up. She drove away. Fun, easy and not complicated.

June wasn't like Karen. June wasn't submissive. June knew what she wanted.

***

But this story is about Karen, Mike and I. The next shift Mike was on time and we didn't talk about the dinner. On our third night of the week Mike mentioned dinner at my house.

"Did you want us over this weekend?" He said meekly.

Truthfully it would be better if she came over without him.

"Ah,, yeah, sure. Do you two have any allergies? I could made shrimp fettuccine if you can handle the shellfish. Salad, some garlic bread and red wine?"

He said that was great and we decided on what time. So I reluctantly gave him my address and we continued with work.

My mom taught me a few dishes while she was alive. This one was my favorite. It's actually easy and fast but looks like an all day preparation.

I made the sauce ahead of time and had my ingredients in place for final cook and combination.

18:00 they arrived. I shook Mike's hand and briefly hugged Karen with a quick handful of ass. She was dressed in Italian peasant type clothes. Her hair was down, she had a scoop neck blouse that could go as an off the shoulder top except she didn't have the bustier on. She was braless. I knew just looking, that when I moved her sleeves off her shoulders the top would come down under her breasts. She wore a skirt that was to her ankles and designed with Tuscan houses and hills. It was a wrap around tied together affair. Easily opened.

So, my house. I really lucked out with it. It was a three bedroom two bath with pool. I originally intended a roommate. I even had one for awhile. I found that I could make the rent without a him and the drama. The owners both liked me a lot (ex-military). They didn't want to make money on me, they just wanted the house cared for while it appreciates in value. It was a family home that was payed off so my rent went for property taxes and maintainace. The pool was the pain in the ass but I cleaned it every week. Added chemicals and swam in it during the summer.

I led them through the house and Mike settled into the easy chair with the television remote. I knew he wouldn't like any sports channels. He settled on a public broadcasting network.

I put the fire on high to boil the seasoned water and there was Karen asking if she could help. I asked her if we should use wine glasses or go Tuscan with water glasses for the wine. She thought the water glasses would be fun. She kept getting closer as we talked. I told her to pour the wine and take some to Mike.

She was a good girl and came right back. She sat her wine on the counter. There was nothing to attend to as the only thing to do was to wait for the big pot to boil.

"This blouse is usually worn under a bustier. Do you have one and decided it was sexier to skip it? You know that if your shoulders fall the top might fall to your waist?"

She explained that there is a tie that is designed to keep the shoulders from falling. She hadn't tied it.

"Do you want me to tie them up? I will if it bothers you. I wouldn't want to tempt you." She smiled.

"Well let's see what we have to worry about." I moved to her and slid both her shoulder pieces off her shoulders and pushed them down to her elbows. Her perky tits had hard pink nipples. They pointed directly at me. I took both of them between my fingers and gave them a light squeeze. I rolled them between my thumb and index fingers.

The matched set of peasant top and Tuscan wrap skirt was a small. The top half fit just right but her ample bottom made the wrap a little too small. The overlap instead of being a 1.5X, the wrap could only stretch to an overlap of four inches. She had it parting at her side.

I tugged the tie point of her skirt over to the front of her leg. I said "show me." She parted her skirt to show me her pink panties.

I reached under her skirt. I pulled her panties down to her ankles. She had a big dark bush. An untrimmed hairy pussy. She badly needed a shave. I rubbed her hairy pussy lips.

I looked at the stove to check on things and when I looked back at Mike's wife she was handing me her panties.

After folding her panties I slid them into my pants pocket. I was looking forward to tonight.

I kept her tits out for the 15 minutes it took to cook the pasta and drain. I sucked both her nipples for a quick second and pulled her top back up. I sent Karen off to refill wine cups.

During dinner, Karen let a shoulder drop twice to show her breast. Mike didnt seem to notice. She looked at me then would pull her blouse back up.

After dinner we went into the family room where Mike drank his fifth glass of red wine. I was on the couch and Karen was sitting next to me.

Mike reclined the chair and closed his eyes. I looked at Karen who moved closer and leaned her face into mine. I slipped my hand inside her blouse to fondle her breasts.

After a couple of minutes Karen raised up onto her knees and kiss attacked me. Her lips parted and she grabbed my head. She passionately kissed me, using her tongue to explore my mouth.

When I slid my hand between her legs again I remember that I wanted to shave her. No time like the present.

I stood and took Karen's wrist. We walked silently down the hallway to the master bedroom and into the onsuite bathroom. I picked up Karen and sat her on the counter.

I pulled her forward and raised her legs. Her skirt parted exposing her hairy pussy. I hadn't told her what was going to happen. I grabbed my electric shaver and popped up the sideburn shears.