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****Day 1***** As a way of keeping the bedroom alive and healthy, my wife and I would often challenge each other to do some sexual dares. Some of these got rather creative like her wearing nothing but a pink mini skirt and a bra and walking through a truck stop parking lot to me licking her to orgasm in the stall of a washroom at a friend’s wedding. But nothing tops our latest venture.We were both very horny on the three hour drive to a rental cottage for the weekend and Kim dared me to drive the last forty-five minutes completely naked. It was not an easy task getting my jeans off but I was finally seated buck naked behind the wheel of my pick-up truck. My arousal was very obvious as my eight plus inch cock throbbed against the seat belt.“No fair,” Kim whined. “You are hiding my favorite toy!”I grinned a nasty grin and adjusted myself so that my cock was above the restraint device.“Just for that… you owe me another dare,” I told her, “and it is going to start right now. For the entire weekend, you are not to wear any undergarments of any sort. That means; no bras, no panties, no slips, no bikinis, no bathing suits… Do you accept my dare or do I pull my jeans back on and cover up my aching hard cock?”“Damn you Chris…” Kim pouted. “You know the only reason that I come up here with you is to enjoy the peace and solitude and to work on my tan. All your fishing buddies don’t want a woman around anyways, but they sure don’t mind when dinner is ready when they decide to come in off the lake.”“Well… what’s your answer?” I asked as I reached for my discarded jeans. “Do we have a deal, or am I putting my pants back on?”“Fuck!” Kim Çekmeköy escort bayan hissed. “You are an asshole, you know that?”I just grinned and tossed my 501’s back into the rear seat as Kim took off her shirt and her bra and handed it to me. The next thing was her shorts and panties. She was a bit more reluctant to hand me her panties but finally relented. I smiled as the damp fabric touched my palm and I knew the games were about to begin.“So that’s it?” Kim asked with a sly grin. “All I have to do is to go commando for a few days while you and your buddy’s fish and drink beer all day?”“Yup. That’s all you have to do,” I replied.“Well I think that I may have an easier time completing my dare than you will yours,” Kim said pointing at my fuel gauge. “We are damn near out of gas and I’ll be damned if I am pushing this fucking truck to a gas station… you will be doing it, and you will be doing it naked.”I didn’t say a word as I pulled the truck off the highway at the next side road and drove for about a half mile. After checking around to make sure that there was no one around, I jumped out of the truck and grabbed two jerry cans of gas that were supposed to be for the boat and poured them into the gas tank of the truck, damn near filling it. I let my hard cock lead the way as I threw the now empty cans back into the bed of the truck and climbed back in behind the wheel with an ear-wide grin.“You are such a fucking asshole,” Kim said with mock anger. “I could swear that you had planned that little move just to piss me off.”“I’d much rather be a smart ass than a dumb ass any day of Escort Gebze the week,” I countered still grinning from ear to ear.The last leg of the journey was uneventful but Kim made sure that my cock didn’t go soft once. She was either flashing me one of her boobs or pulling her shorts leg to one side to show me her shaved wet pussy. It was only when I reached the road to the cottage that I had to concentrate. You couldn’t even call it a road really… it started out as fairly well maintained gravel for the first couple hundred yards but quickly deteriorated to two worn dirt ruts interspaced by rock, roots and the odd washout caused by the heavy spring rains.It was a damn good thing my truck had four-wheel-drive because there was no way we would have made it all the way in otherwise. We bounced along for about ten minutes till a fork in the road presented itself. There were two signs that pointed to either ‘Little Wolf Lake’ or ‘Dog Leg Lake’. I chose the former.We had only gone about a quarter mile down more rock strewn road when the cottage came into view. Two 4×4 trucks were already parked on the property and Jim and Phil were busily carrying their belongings in to set up housekeeping. As a general rule, everyone brings as much beer in on the first day as they can because of the late start we always get and I could see Phil unloading several cases. And it is not a convenient drive out to the store to get more. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain the lack of gas for the fishing boats.Almost forgetting that I was without a stitch of clothes on my body, I slammed the truck into park and was Şerifali escort just about set to get out when Kim loudly cleared her throat and handed me a pair of my old work shorts. Turning a pale shade of red, I grabbed the pro-offered shorts and slid them on to cover my nakedness.Kim and I jumped out of the truck and went to say hello to the others already assembled. I couldn’t help but notice that Kim’s nipples were getting hard in the cool evening air and being without a bra they bounced a bit more than usual with every step.Jim is a tall blonde with a quick wit but can sometimes be extremely shy. He has a chiseled body from years of working in the local lumber yard, whereas Phil is his complete opposite. Phil has a bit of a beer gut building and only stands about five foot eight or nine but is definitely a type “A” personality. He can talk to and get along with damn near anyone.We said our pleasantries and then made haste to get all of our gear into the cabin and get a fire going to stave off the coolness of the rapidly approaching darkness. It didn’t take us long to get everything stowed away and the fire crackling in the huge stone fireplace. I went and started the diesel generator that was supplied, fuel and all, by the cabin owner so that we would have light and refrigeration for the food and beer.When I came back in, Jim was just hanging up his cell phone. “Well, that’s one less mouth to feed this weekend. Brad can’t make it,” Jim said with a grin, “he said his Jeep wouldn’t start but I think he’s full of shit. Probably so pussy whipped with that new girlfriend of his and she told him he couldn’t come up to be a man for a weekend.”“Probably hasn’t farted in her presence yet either,” Phil said laughing his big boisterous laugh, “afraid to let her know that he can pass gas with the best of us.”All of us burst out laughing and made up more crazy excuses of things that Brad supposedly isn’t able to do anymore.

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