"Dare" - strip and put on Tracy's shirt

SHANE

“Dare,” I said.

“Okay, you might wanna take notes, because this one’s complicated. There’s two parts to it.”

I politely showed him my middle finger.

“First, you’ve gotta take off all your clothes, even your underwear.”

“Okay–”

“Then you gotta put on Tracy’s pink pajama top and wear it until it’s your turn again.”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Tracy protested. “How come I lose clothes every time Shane takes a dare?”

Connor shrugged, “Because you’re hot. Duh.”

I just laughed, pouring myself another shot of liquid courage before stripping naked.

Soon as my cock sprang into view, Ria reached out to give it a tug. “Rawr!” she cheered.

“I guess you’ll be needing my shirt now,” Tracy mock-pouted. She hopped up and stuck out her chest–rocking back and forth like an impatient little girl.

I know it’s a cliché to get all hot and bothered when a grown woman pulls the “ditzy little girl” shtick, but man, Tracy had it down to a science. Those wide green eyes stared innocently into mine as I reached forwards and opened her shirt one button at a time. Huge swells of creamy cleavage came into view, highlighted by the glow of the fire. Another button later, I revealed her bra: snowy white satin cups, far too small to properly support those spectacular melons.

I undid the rest of the buttons as fast as I could.

Tracy’s shirt finally fell open and she shrugged it off her shoulders, standing before me in just her sexy red thong and that tiny white bra. I was hard as a fucking rock.

“Don’t worry, Shane,” Ria called out, “You’ll be fucking her soon, I promise.”

“It’s like you can read my mind!” I joked.

As per Connor’s dare, I slipped on Tracy’s pajama shirt over my shoulders. Then I sat my naked ass back down onto the couch, Tracy dropped her almost-naked ass down onto me, and my throbbing shaft pressed up against her thong. I felt Tracy tense up–gently squeezing me between those full, round buttocks.

Obviously, Connor had been planning on making fun of how ridiculous I looked wearing Tracy’s pink shirt, but the atmosphere in the room had turned so erotic that no one even thought to laugh.

I looked over at my wife, panting with arousal. “Ria, truth or dare?”