Dave has lunch

Dave went back to the parking lot and got in his car. He drove to a nearby cafe that catered to yuppies and soccer moms. He went in and saw two soccer moms at a table. One was fairly pretty with thick frosted blonde hair in a poofy bob, had green eyes, a slight under bite, and good cheek bones. She had a nice body and appeared to be in her late 30s or early 40s. Courtney had a large diamond wedding ring, and Denise had no wedding ring.

The other appeared to be the same age as the first, had shoulder lenght, curly chestnut hair, brown eyes, soft features, and a few more pounds than the other. Dave approached their table. They had no menus, but no food, so Dave assumed they had just ordered.

"Thanks for inviting me to join you," said Dave.

"Excuse me?" said the Blonde.

The bone heated up. "You both just invited me to join you. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah," said the now confused blonde. "Sorry, please sit down."

"I'm Dave. I'm a relationship expert and sex therapist. I'm completely trustworthy and honest. Of course, you find nothing odd about me being that way. I can tell by looking at YOU that you can tell by looking at me I'm honest."

"I'm Courtney," said the brunette, "nice to meet you, Dave."

"I'm Denise," said the blonde, "nice to meet you."

"You want to play truth or dare. It will let us get to know each other. It's a great dea," said Dave.

"Sounds...fun," said a confused Courtney.

"Yeah, OK," said Denise.

Dave noticed Denise was wearing black capri pants and a beige top. "Denise, you want a dare. Right?"

"Yes, dare!" said Denise.

"OK, you have to do this. Go the bathroom and take off all of your clothes. Put your pants and shirt on first then your bra and panties on over them. Then come back out here like nothing is out of the ordinary."

Denise's eyes went wide and she blushed. She smiled sheepishly, got up, and headed to the restroom.

"I CANNOT believe she's going to do it!" said Courtney.

"Oh, you love to see Denise embarassed, Courtney. You like seeing her underwear; it turns you on. Be honest with me."

Courtney thought for a second then blushed. "Yes, you're right."

"OK, I see you have a wedding ring. Are you married?"

"Yes,"

"Truth. How often do you have sex with your husband?"

"A couple times a month," said Courtney in a low, embarassed voice.

"That sucks," said Dave. "You want to sexually please your husband. It's every wife's duty to be her husband's sex toy. You agree, right?"

"Yes, I've been a bad wife." Courtney stared at the table.

"From now on, you'll be his sex ****. Have him spank you good and hard during foreplay to make up for you lack of sex. Then have sex with him every night, and never the same position twice in a week. Do you do anal?"

"Eww, no," she said, screwing up her face.

"Well, now you do. You owe your huband. Lube his cock with your spit then after he's through fucking your ass suck his cock clean no matter how disgusting you find it. Tonight, you will wait for him in the bedroom naked and on your knees and when he comes in give him the greatest blow job of his life. Be his slut. If he asks what's going on, tell him you're reaching your sexual peak, and want to be his sex ****."

"Yes, you're totally right. I owe it to Marty, but what if I'm on my...you know...period."

"Then lick his asshole out and suck his cock, geez!"

Dave was very horny now, and looked up and saw Denise quickly walking through the restaurant with a pair of pink, French cut panties over her black pants and a white bra over her beige top. People stared, and Denise blushed. She sat down quickly.

"I can tell showing off your panties turns you on," said Dave. "you like being embarassed like that. Let's see what else I can tell about you. I'm good at this: You LOVE finding ways to let people get peeks at your panties like leaving your fly open or tucking your shirt into your panties and having them stick up over your waistband. You especiallly love it when young men see them and tell you about it. It's a way for you to come on to them. You'll ask them if they'd like to see more. I'm 100% correct. Am I not, Denise?"

Denise blushed more deeply and squirmed a bit. "Yes, you pegged me."

"Pegged you?" thought Dave. He was very horny. "Denise, time for another dare."