Hotwife Lexi's Dare Bucket Challenges

Chapter 2 - Shopping

Chapter 2 - Shopping

I had ideas for what I wanted on the six index cards involving s*x; it was the six cards not involving s*x that left me feeling clueless. I’d already given away ‘antiquing,’ not that I would have used it anyway. Breaking my own rule, I researched the internet. Most of the ideas I pulled up were useless to me, but I did find enough to finish the six ‘clean’ cards.

If we each wrote twelve cards, twenty-four in all without duplications, we’d have half a year of new activities. It was also possible we’d like some of them well enough to repeat them. With all the little things life throws at people, holidays, for instance, we may have enough for an entire year.

We talked more that week than we had in years, and not just about the index cards, we talked about what we wanted out of life. We’d never opened up to each other like this before. I found out more about my wife that week than I had in all the time we’d been married. For so long, we’d been focused on having a baby and then dealing with her depression when she received the bad news. We hadn’t really talked in a long time, and now that we had something to look forward to for the weekend, there was excitement in the air.

Lexi was a lot more passionate and attentive than I could remember her being since our honeymoon. We made love twice and cuddled together every night. Instead of wearing pajamas to bed, we started sleeping naked again. It was as if we were newlyweds. We smiled more; we remembered that we liked each other.

Lexi spent some time each evening working on her ideas, and as Friday approached, the ice bucket was full of folded and stapled index cards. The Dare Bucket wasn’t entirely my idea. I’d read about it in a magazine while waiting in an airport. The article had been written by a marriage therapist who said the problem with the idea was that couples would agree to do it but not carry through. I’d taken his article and added my twist, but the important thing was that Lexi was completely into it.

On Friday evening, Lexi was as excited as I was as we flipped a coin to decide who drew the first card. We’d take turns every week after the first one. I won the flip, and looking away from the bucket; I stuck my hand inside to pull out a card. With grand ceremony I pulled the staple, maybe staples hadn’t been a great idea, and handed the card to Lexi to read:

Instead of playing golf, go shopping with me for a day.

Pick out new shoes for me and pay for them.

I’d drawn one of Lexi’s cards, and she was so excited she was bouncing on the couch. While not planned, the Dare Bucket could not have started on a better note.

“I’m getting new shoes, we’re going shopping!” she threw her arms around my neck, and before I knew it, we were making love on the couch. My wife pulled off my pants and stroked my c**k while she kissed me.

“I want you right now, Hunter.”

Lexi was already wet, and, as we made love, she would not let go of her winning card. It was still in her hand when we both came. So far, the cards were an excellent idea.

We set out Saturday to shop together. Lexi hit every store in the mall, even the office supply place. I gathered some valuable information along the way about my wife. She always looked good, but I was given an insight into how she picked clothing.

I held up a potentially revealing dress for her to try on and, after making sure no one could see, Lexi came out to show me what she was wearing. “I wish I could wear something like this, but it just shows too much. It would make me feel self-conscious,” she said.

“Does it make you feel sexy?” I asked, peering at her exposed skin.

“Oh, yes. I could take you right now, but I’d never buy something like this,” my wife said, studying the price tag. “Even if it were half this price. Look at this.”

I studied the price tag, allowing me to caress my wife’s ass through the form-fitting dress. “It is a little pricy, but you’re worth it,” I said.

“We’re putting it back,” and Lexi disappeared into the dressing room.

While she was gone, I held a long, quiet conversation with the sales clerk, Heather, and handed her my credit card to buy the dress. She’d hold it for me until I could pick it up on Monday. It was perfect for one of my cards, and I knew it fit her.

Heather turned into an ally as we shopped. She was able to pick out outfits for my wife that Lexi found immediately appealing. All were sexy, and some were revealing. Lexi bought them all, much to my delight. The two women seemed to bond as they shopped together, I found a place to sit where I could watch them laughing and talking as they picked out clothing for Lexi to try on.

We overspent, and by the time we arrived in the shoe store, Lexi was ready to sit down as I wandered around looking for the right pair for her. My wife kept a nervous eye on me as I picked up one pair after another, finally finding pumps with four-inch heels that perfectly matched the dress I’d just bought her.

“These,” I said, handing her the shoe.

“Hunter, these don’t go with anything I have, and I can’t wear them to work.”

“I pick, right?” I asked.

“Right,” she said, sounding discouraged.

“Don’t worry. You’ll have a chance to wear them,” Lexi’s eyes shot up.

“What do you have planned?” she asked suspiciously.

“There are more cards to be drawn. Those are the shoes,” I said.

“Do you know how much they cost? I could get three pairs of something else for this much money. These will be the most expensive shoes I’ve ever had,” Lexi said in amazement.

“You could, but these are the ones we’re getting.”

Lexi walked around the store in her new shoes, checking out her image in the mirrors. “I do look really good in them,” she said while admiring herself in a full-length mirror. Even in jeans, she looked great. The shoes lengthened her legs and thrust her ass out. I started to get hard imagining her wearing those shoes with the dress I’d secretly bought her.

She was excited about the shoes by the time I finally paid, and we walked out of the store.

“You’ve got me for the entire day. Where else do you want to shop?” I asked.

“I want to shop at home, in bed. I know just what I’ll buy,” she said with a flirty smile. We hadn’t flirted with each other in a very long time.

That night I was propped up in bed when Lexi came in wearing nothing but her new shoes. She’d even shaved her p***y except for a small strip of short dark fuzz right above her slit. She looked fantastic; her face was slightly pink, the shoes caused her to stand so her breasts seemed even larger and her ass more rounded.

“Lexi, you look wonderful,” I told her, my c**k straining toward a full erection.

“I do?” She turned to look over her shoulder at the full-length mirror behind her. “Oh, wow, I do, don’t I?” Lexi did a complete turn looking at herself in the mirror before turning to face me.

I watched, transfixed as she ran her hands over her body. Lifting her heavy breasts and spreading her legs before using her left hand to pull her p***y up for me to see. She touched her hole with her right forefinger making it wet and lightly stroking her c**t.

“I’m horny, Hunter. Look what your shoes are doing to me. Would you like to f**k your wife?” She was stroking herself faster, even as I played with my erection.

She kept the shoes on as we made love. Before long, Lexi was on her back with me on top. She had her legs spread wide, holding the heels of her new shoes as we f****d.

“Oh … honey,” I was pounding her as hard and as fast as I could. We came together, the new normal for us. Afterward, we held each other, the shoes still on Lexi’s feet.

“I’ll always connect these shoes to s*x, even if I don’t have anything to wear them with,” she said.

“Don’t say never. We have a lot of cards to read,” I reminded her.

“Can we read another one now?” she asked.

“I’d rather wait until next Friday, but it’s not just up to me,” I said.

“Let’s wait,” Lexi said as she threw a leg over mine and started rubbing her wet p***y against me.