Chapter 1: The Honeymoon

Julie and Brad were planning to be married right after they graduated college. Neither thought that marriage would be a big change for them as they had been living together, off-campus of course, in a very inexpensive apartment in a converted attic, for the last year and a half. Neither of their parents was particularly happy with their living arrangement, but they were both adults and paying their own way through college so there was little that they could say.

Since they were just starting out and had little money, the wedding was to be a small affair, just the two of them and a Justice of the Peace without their families. This was best for both families as neither could afford the cost of travel to attend. Brad's family lived in Maine near Bar Harbor. His Dad was not a traveler and since his mom died when Brad was in high school his Dad found solace in whiskey and let the world pass by without him. Her parents were divorced and both had remarried and started new families, which meant they had little money. It also didn't help that they lived in Washington near Seattle.

Planning an inexpensive wedding was easy, a civil ceremony cost next to nothing and there was no need for a tuxedo or wedding dress and since it was just the two of them there wasn't a need for a reception. With a very tight budget they kept their expenses down to almost nothing and decided to use the surplus on a weekend honeymoon at a low cost downtown hotel. This worked out well for them because both were to start their new jobs the following Tuesday.

Friday morning they packed up and went to the Justice of the Peace and got married, after which they headed downtown for their weekend honeymoon.

The hotel, in its day, was a five star affair, and many a celebrity or person of note had stayed there. Its main ballroom was one of the most opulent of its contemporaries, and had hosted some of the most important events in the city's history.

As they walked into the lobby it's majesty could be seen clearly but it was stunted by years of inattentive maintenance, and the staff while helpful, to a point, seemed to be somewhere else mentally. The room was a low end room and though they were on the twelfth floor the view from their window was unimpressive. But the rest of the room was beautiful, the furniture dated back to its heydey which gave the room a luxurious feel, and when they had modernized the room it was done so well that it was virtually undetectable.

Along the opposite wall of the entry was a queen size bed, with a soft but firm mattress, and was brutalized by the newlyweds for a good part of an hour as they immediately fell onto it and screwed their brains out. Lust was in the air as they again made passionate love in the shower, and again in the morning on the floor.

Saturday they spent visiting museums and the zoo, as well as walking around and seeing the sights. They had a wonderful day and came back to the room and relaxed as they discussed dinner plans. With little money but wanting to celebrate their wedding, they decided to get dressed up for dinner and dine at a nice, but inexpensive, restaurant. They called the Hotel's Concierge who recommended a new Italian restaurant that had just opened, and in his opinion, would be one of the top places in the area for food and ambiance.

The Concierge made the reservation for them and at seven that evening they exited the hotel and walked to the restaurant which was just a quick walk away. The restaurant was in an new office building on the main floor and was decorated as one would expect an authentic Italian restaurant to look, giving it an air of authenticity. They were seated quickly and were very surprised when a bottle of champagne was presented to them as congratulation on their marriage; it seems the Concierge has informed the restaurant of the occasion.

The dinner was exquisite. Brad had the Costoletta di Vitello, which was grilled veal chop, and Julie had the Polletto al Mattone, grilled spring chicken with artichokes and for desert they shared a Tartufo al Cioccolato Fondente e Vaniglia in Salsa di Lamponi, which was a chocolate and vanilla truffle in a raspberry sauce with fresh berries.

Sated from the wonderful dinner, they sat back and finished the bottle of champagne. Julie, who was not a drinker, had a glass or two more than Brad, and as they were walking out the door to head back to their room began to show the effects of the alcohol as her footing was unsure and her words were slightly slurred. But the most interesting effect was the lowering of her inhibitions, which Brad found very exciting, and it was going to change their lives forever.

"You know, it's been a good day" slurred Julie as she held onto his arm with her head on his shoulder.

"I agree. It has been a good day. But," he kissed her on the top of her head, "I think it's going to be an even greater night."

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe she was just horny as all hell, "Oohh, why? Will you do something differently? Maybe something naughty?"

Something naughty? He was only thinking about another round of sex! But now he began to wonder what she had in mind. "What do you consider, naughty?" he asked with a smile.

She felt a tingling in her nether regions as she blushed. Where is she going to go with this? How far should she take it? She chickened out, "Hmmm, I don't know."

She was not telling the truth, there was something she just wasn't saying. "Is there anything that we haven't done that you would like to do?" he asked with a smile.

Shoot! Can she tell him? Blushing even more she said, "I, well, yes, but"

It was a game now, getting her to tell him what she wanted. "Not sure?" he laughed.

She punched him on the shoulder and said, "Cut it out."

"Okay, okay" he said defensively.

"I'm just, not sure." Not sure in telling you she thought to herself.

They walked a few more steps when Brad continued, "So, you want to do something we haven't done before, but you're too afraid to say it?"

There, he knows. Well, not what turns her on the most, but he knows that there is something that she knows that he doesn't know that I know I want to try, but I don't know if he would be okay with that. Wow, I really drank too much. She nodded her head yes.

"So, how am I supposed to know what it is you want to try that we've never done before?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

As they walked on, Brad's mind was going a million miles a second running through every sexual position and fetish in his limited mind. It was then that he realized that he was HIGHLY aroused. He was excited, as never before, anticipating an evening of unknown sexual perversions of unknown pleasures. And they were all there for him, if he only knew what they were.

He had to find out what she wanted, what she desired, but had no clue how to go about finding out what it was. It could be anything! And if he suggested something she thought was, perverse, itwould spoil the night. Or worse, turn her off to whatever he suggested. And THAT would stink if it was something HE wanted to do that they never did before.

It would be a lose/lose situation. It was like in grade school when his friends dared him to ask out Jenny Fibblebottom. THAT was a BAD day. She punched him right in the mouth. He learned a real lesson that day. He should have NEVER, EVER, do something on a Dare.

Dare?

That's it! He could DARE her! And if she didn't want to do it, she could say no! But what if she backed out of everything he suggested? So what! So she backs out. What's the harm!

Well, first she could think I'm a freak for mentioning the dare, or whatever the dare could be! Maybe that could be to his advantage in that he could dare anything and she can't hold it against him.

He gathered up his courage and began, "I, have an idea that where I can try and figure out your sexual desire, which you are afraid to tell me about, and maybe have a little fun along the way."

She shivered, will he find out? Does he want to do the same thing that I want to do? She felt herself getting wet just thinking about it. "Okay."

"Okay." He replied nervously. "I suggest that until I find out what your desire is, or until you tell me, or had enough of, that we play a game called dare."

Dare? What the hell is that?!? What an idiot. He has NO clue what she wants! What she needs! Well, she could just tell him. No, no she couldn't, she would be WAY too embarrassed. And what if she did tell him and he thinks that she's a freak! Or, worse yet, never EVER wants to do what she secretly wants to do? Going her entire life without ever experiencing that? No. It would be better if he suggests it than her asking for it.

"Dare? How, how, uhm, well, how would that work exactly."

"Well, I would suggest, or rather, I would Dare you to do something, and you would either do it or not."

"If I don't want to do whatever it is I don't have to?"

"Nope."

Intrigued and somewhat relieved she asked, "So, like, what would the Dare be?"

He laughed nervously and said, "Oh no, no you don't. You have to agree to participate. Then we can start. And, none of this, you know, agree to play but then back out of everything."

Oh that wasn't good! "What if I agree but later on I want to quit, I can't because I'm stuck."

"Well, I guess either one of us can end the Dare at any time. Either playing the game forever or just that day. Or night. Or if I Dare you to do the thing you won't tell me about" he said with a smile.

She thought about it for a moment and said, "I think I could live with that."

He felt himself shiver as he asked, "So, we are agreed?"

"Yes, I think so. So. What is your first dare?"

He thought about it and decided on a simple approach, "Kiss me."

She stopped and kissed him passionately.

"I like this game" he said as she broke the kiss.

They were coming up to the hotel when she said, "Okay, give me another one."

Since the first one was easy, the next one should be a little more, risqué. "When we get in the hotel, I'm going to into the bar, and since I know you so well, you will go to the bathroom. The dare, is when you come out you can only be wearing the dress and the shoes."

She stopped and said, "What?!?"

"No bra, no panties. Dress and shoes. That's it."

She bit her lip and thought about the dare. She was modest, almost to a fault and the thought of walking around almost naked scared her. Or was it excitement? She wanted to say no but the alcohol and her newly aroused state stopped her. So what if she took off her bra and panties, who would care? The dress wasn't see thru, but it was a v neck and kind of low cut. She was also worried about people seeing her free swinging beasts underneath her dress. She wasn't huge, but she was a well-defined C cup.

There was also problem with the shortness of the dress, it was a mid-thigh, but they would be inside and it wouldn't blow up with the wind exposing her to the world. They would also be in a bar which is kind of dark, so people might not notice she was nearly naked.

They walked into the hotel and not knowing what Julie was going to do he stopped outside the bar and kissed her and said, "I'll be inside at the bar."

He walked into the bar leaving her at the entrance where the bathrooms were. Of course she had to go, so she went. She closed the stall door and sat down; thinking heavily on what she was going to do. The bra and panties were easy to conceal in her purse, the pantyhose was cheap and could be thrown away, but the slip she was wearing was new and she didn't want to get rid of it because she needed it for work.

She removed her pantyhose, panties, and slip and sat back down on the commode, stuffing the panties and slip into her purse while still holding her pantyhose. So far so good, but it was the bra that she was reluctant on removing.

Screw it she said to herself and removed the bra, stuffing it into the purse as well, which was difficult to close as it was stuffed completely full. When the purse was closed she got up and walked to the sink and washed her hands before looking at herself in the mirror, taking stock in herself. She was twenty three, had shoulder length light brown hair, nice rack, pretty face, and was scared shitless. What the hell did she get herself into?

But she smiled, wickedly, at herself in the mirror, it as kind of exciting! It was an all-new Julie. That's what was exciting to her, she could be anything or anyone she wanted to be, and it wasn't her fault, it was the Dare's fault!

She looked at herself critically; too bad no one could tell she wasn't wearing a bra! She smiled wickedly and thought oh they will know and reached inside her dress to rubbed and pinched her nipples, making them stiffen. Looking back in the mirror she could now clearly see them poking through her dress.

Brad was sitting at the bar and had ordered a couple of drinks, an Appletini for her and Jack and Coke for him, and waited patiently for Julie. The thought of his wife practically naked walking through the bar had him sexually aroused and primed for a night of wild sex.

Finally he saw her walking towards him and he knew immediately that she had removed her bra as her breasts bounced and swayed as she walked towards him, and when she got closer he could see her nipples jutting out from beneath her dress. He couldn't believe the way she showed herself off! That was so unlike her.

She stopped in front of him and said, "Done."

He moved in and kissed her and said, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." Looking at the drink before her at the bar she asked, "Is this for me?"

She sat down and took a sip of her drink.

"And, would the, downstairs be as similarly, bereft of covering as the upstairs?"

She looked him in the eye, flashed a wicked grin, and said softly, "You'll have to find out for yourself."

OH MY GOD! He screamed to himself. He took his drink and downed the remaining contents and placed it back on the bar. He waved to the bartender and pointed to the glass, indicating he wanted another one. When the bartender was making another one for him he moved close to his wife, and making sure no one was watching, slid his hand up her thigh until he touched her bare, and moist, pussy.

He quickly pulled his hand back fearful that he might do something inappropriate like take his wife right there. This was a new Julie before him. And it excited the hell out of him.

He smiled and asked, "So, shall we go back to the room?"

Who knew that showing some skin would be so invigorating! All those years that she spent shielding her body from spying eyes now seem like such a waste! She wanted to go back to the room and get fucked, but she also wanted to show off her body. She turned to Brad and leaned on the bar, giving him a look at her free swinging breasts and said, "You know, I'd like to have another drink, and maybe go dancing, or maybe go to a club?"

Another drink? Go out to a club? Who is this person I married? Oh, what the hell he thought to himself, and called the bartender over and asked, "Is there a decent place close that has dancing?"

The bartender thought for a moment and said, "The closest place is Parsons, it's a nice place, trendy, and somewhat pricey."

Brad looked at Julie who nodded yes to him, so he asked, "Where is it?"

He leaned over the bar and pointed to the front of the hotel and said, "From the entrance, turn left, go two blocks and turn right, it is across the street on the next corner, can't miss it, big flashing sign."

He nodded his head to the bartender and said, "Thanks." He looked at Julie and said, "Well, let's finish our drinks and go find Parsons."

Julie jumped up and down a little as she said, "Goody".

He was amazed watching her jump a little. Did she know that her breasts were bouncing freely? Whatever the case, he liked what he saw!

The directions were perfect and in no time they were inside heading to the bar where they ordered a couple of drinks, the same as they had at the hotel bar. They took their drinks and found a small table away from the dance area and sat down and surveyed the club. It looked like it was a new club. The tables and chairs were free of scuffs and marks, the carpet looked fresh and not drenched with stale drinks or the remnants of cigarettes or their ash. It was a very nice place.

They sat through a couple of songs before Julie said, "Come on, let's dance", downed the remainder of her drink and got up and started towards the dance floor shaking her ass in time to the beat of the music. Brad downed his drink and followed her quickly, the dance floor was crowded and he was afraid he might not be able to find her if she got too far ahead of him.

Julie stopped just inside the mass of people on the dance floor and turned around searching for Brad. She could see him making his way, looking very funny as he made his way towards her trying to avoid the people dancing with a very hard cock in his pants. Before Brad got to her she began dancing, slightly shaking her tits and ass as he reached her.

They danced for several songs before they decided to take a break and cool down and have another drink. They sat at a different table, the one they had sat at before was taken, and could only find a table in a dimly lit area of the club.

Brad moved his chair so that he was sitting next to Julie, "So, you seem to be enjoying yourself."

Julie turned to him, "I am. I've never had so much fun dancing!"

He asked, "I wonder why?"

She laughed, he knew why. They both did. This Dare game was a freeing experience for both of them, and they loved it.

He leaned over and kissed her, and placed his hand on her knee, waiting to see what her response would be.

She returned his kiss, and when she felt his hand her mind went into a whirl wondering what she was going to do. While her mind was in a complete mess about what to do, her body took over as her leg his hand was on moved outward, spreading her legs.

His heart racing, he slid his hand up beneath her dress all the way until he touched her pussy. Using his middle finger he searched for her vaginal opening, and upon finding it moved it forward until he was in up to the first knuckle.

Julie responded by groaning into Brad's mouth and grabbing him by the shoulders, holding onto him tightly. This was wrong. Anyone could see him, see what he was doing to her. She's got to stop this, she has to stop him.

She broke the kiss and closed her legs, giving him enough time to remove his hand.

He smiled at her and said, "Enough?"

She nodded her head yes.

He had reached her limit. Or did he? Maybe he needed to push the envelope. He leaned forward and said, "I dare you to spread your legs and let me finger you some more."

She knew that he would dare her, she knew it was coming. She now had to make a choice, continue the game or end it for the night. She didn't want the game to end, but she didn't want to him to finger her. Well, she smiled to herself, she did want that, just not where everyone could see.

Julie downed her drink and said, "I will, but you need to get me another drink."

Brad leaned over and kissed her and said, "Be right back."

He went quickly to the bar and had to wait for the bartender who was busy at the other end of the bar. As he waited another man came up alongside him and leaned on the bar as well waiting to place his order. He was older, but not by much, late twenties or early thirties, and dressed very well.

The guy waiting to order looked back at the dance floor and said, "This place is something isn't it?"

Brad looked to the dance floor and replied, "Yeah, nice place."

He turned to Brad and said, "I uhm, noticed you and your friend. At the table."

He felt a slight rush at the mention of his friend at the table. Did he see them?

He raised his hand showing the ring on his finger, "Wife. We're newlyweds."

The man nodded his head in acknowledgment, "You're a lucky man, she's a beautiful woman."

"I agree, thanks."

He leaned in and said, "And very sexy. And, uhm, very open."