Rachel's Dare - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Dare - Part 2

... material that kept her sports bra on. "Sure, it was difficult. I was angry, furious. To begin with at least. Threatened to kick him out and never let him see the kids. Wasn't my call of course, they're old enough now to make their own decisions. And of course, then I realised, what's the point anyway?" She looked at me, with the question hanging in her beautiful green eyes. "What's the point?" she repeated. "It's not like Dave woke up one morning and said 'what can I do to piss off Rachel today? I know! I'll develop an insatiable desire to sleep with men!' He loved me. On some level at least. So after a few days of anger, resentment, and all that other good stuff, I realised something. Damn! That was a hell of a risk he'd just taken." I couldn't disagree with that. "He was, and still is, a very lucky man," I stated. Rachel gave me a quick smile. "So anyway," she continued, with slightly more bounce in her voice now, "He took a risk. Why stay with the status quo if the only thing it's going to do is ultimately make everyone unhappy?" Rachel stretched her arms out, and spun around like a ballerina, seemingly on a whim. The effect, accentuated by her missing t-shirt and shorts, was mesmerising. "Why not mix things up a little? Take a bit of a risk? See if you can find out who you truly are?" A nearby lamppost threw down a circle of light directly in front of us. With a few quick steps, Rachel ran into the circle, turning to face me with a look of determination. Her arms ...

... outstretched, her head thrown back, she looked like a stage performer awaiting an audience's adulation. "And so here I am World, here is Rachel, taking just a bit of a risk!" If a higher power was watching us at that moment, then they apparently had a flair for the dramatic. For it was at that exact point in time that the phone alarm chose to burst into life. I stopped in my tracks, and the thrill sent a cold shiver went down my spine. I half-waited for Rachel to burst into a mock assessment of my chances, but this time Rachel herself was strangely quiet. The steely determination she had sported only seconds ago now seemed to have subtly morphed into introspection. It occurred to me that before, she'd had the safety valve of having a t-shirt or shorts to lose. This time, should she call incorrectly, she'd have to go further than she'd ever gone before. Emboldened somewhat by Rachel's quietness, I stepped into the circle of light with Rachel. Wordlessly, she took out the phone from the bag and handed it to me. One hand involuntary went back to her sports bra, as she contemplated what she might have to soon discard. "Your call." I said. I was pretty impressed by the measure of calm authority I managed to fake. She stared at me. "Heads." I nodded my understanding, and tapped the interface. The coin started on it's fateful trajectory. Whatever the result now, there was going to be nudity involved. Looking at her, I could see that we both knew that we'd reached the business end of our ...