Hotwife Lexi's Dare Bucket Challenges

Chapter 4 - Lesbian

Chapter 4 - Lesbian

Friday, I cheated. First, I traded with Lexi to pick out of the bucket, telling her I was feeling lucky, and she could have the next two picks.

“Three,” she said. “I get the next three picks if you jump the line.”

“Okay, three,” I agreed.

I cheated by palming a new card, one I’d written especially for tonight. I also cheated by removing the card I’d put in earlier about Lexi making love with another woman. The staple hadn’t gone in right, making it easy to find, and I removed it from the bucket before Lexi got home.

“Are you ready?” I said as I gave her the new card to read.

“Give it to me, big fella,” she said.

You return to the dress shop at the mall and ask our clerk, Heather, out for a drink. You are to make love with Heather and tell me all about it.

“What? What the f**k, Hunter!” Lexi exclaimed. “Is this one of your ‘s*x’ cards?”

“Yes, it is,” I said calmly.

“I can’t do this!” Lexi’s face was red as she stood and glared at me. “What if I won’t do it? What were you thinking? That I’d just proposition some random woman for s*x?” She was working herself into a rage.

“Wait. Just wait a damn minute. How do you know about Heather? What makes you think she’s even a lesbian?” she asked.

“I already knew about Heather,” I replied calmly. “You don’t have to do it obviously, but if you don’t, the bucket is done. We throw out the cards and go back to watching crappy TV and eating crappy food,” I answered.

“What makes you think I want to sleep with another woman, and what makes you think Heather wants to sleep with me?” she was pacing as she talked, but I could tell she was starting to calm.

“Because Heather’s gay, and she thinks you’re incredibly beautiful,” I answered truthfully. “Besides, all you’re doing at first is asking her out for a drink.”

“How do you know she’s a lesbian? You can’t know that,” she said, pointing her index finger at me to emphasize the point.

“You were in the dressing room a long time, we talked,” hoping she wouldn’t ask me how I knew all this before writing the card.

“Oh, crap. Damn it, when do I have to go?”

“Tonight. That’s the rule, right away,” I said, standing up. “You better get dressed; I think the store closes at 10:00.”

Lexi gave me dirty looks as she disappeared into the bedroom and slammed the door. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before she reappeared. My wife had showered and applied fresh makeup. She was wearing a top and skirt that I’d always thought looked especially good on her.

“Are you staying here?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll probably see you a little after 10:00 when this whole thing falls apart,” Lexi was out the door, and a few minutes later I heard her car as she pulled away.