Her husband called her a prude and so she has set out to prove him wrong. Here is the fifth entry in Mamamia’s Erotic Fiction competition: ‘Jonathan’s Dare’ by Jax Wood. (You can read last week’s finalist here.)
I closed the venetian blinds and then picked up a box of matches and lit the candles dotted around the room. I dimmed the lights and briefly considered incense. No, too much. My eyes swept the lounge. I’d tried to give it an Arabian Nights feel with lush, patterned throws and soft cushions. I hoped I’d succeeded.
The clock by the television told me my guests would be here in ten minutes. I ran to the bedroom to check my appearance once more.
I’d spent half an hour choosing what to wear. Something sexy but not over the top. Finally I’d decided on a summery short blue dress with shoestring straps. No bra and just a g-string. I’d slipped on high heeled sandals that showed off my bare legs. My hair hung in loose curls around my shoulders. Calm down, Lia, I told myself.
The security buzzer chirped and I caught my breath. Was I really doing this? I could always back out. Pretend I wasn’t home. I gave myself one more look in the mirror. No, Lia, you are going to do this and you are going to love it. My pussy tingled and I gave my clit a quick touch through the silky fabric of my dress.
‘Come on up,’ I said into the intercom. I opened the door and waited.
Jonathan soon appeared hand in hand with a woman whose name I didn’t know but whose body I’d seen in his grainy home videos. She was lithe and tanned with long dark hair. A thin wrap-around dress hugged her curves and I could see she wasn’t wearing underwear.