https://www.literotica.com/s/card-game-with-couples Shortly after our tenth anniversary, two things happened that changed my marriage forever. 2 First, Kirstin -- my beautiful, brunette spouse -- broke out in bright red splotches all over her body. She hadn't had so much as a pimple in decades, now she was breaking out like crazy. Then, a few days later, I woke up so dizzy that I could barely stand. For weeks, I was in a constant state of feeling like I'd just stepped off a roller coaster. 3 Eventually, Kirstin's gynecologist determined that my wife was having an allergic reaction to her birth control and suggested that she switch over to a non-hormone-based IUD. Soon after, I saw a specialist who theorized that I had a condition called vestibular migraine and prescribed a low dose of a generic SSRI which had been shown to be effective. 4 Both of us were dubious about our respective resolutions. But a few days after Kirstin stopped taking her pill, the hives went away completely. And after some time with the SSRI, sure enough, my dizziness disappeared (mostly, it was never a complete cure). Even better, I haven't had a migraine since. 5 However, there were also two significant consequences. Without the pill, Kirstin was no longer protected, and -- for some reason I've never been able to understand -- the gynecologist wanted to wait a few months before installing the IUD. We bought condoms, but neither of us could get into using them. And Kirstin was paranoid about pulling out. So, we basically stopped having sex. 6 Ironically, ejaculation was central to my issues, as well. One of the side effects of an SSRI, even at a low dose, is what they call delayed orgasm. Basically, I couldn't cum. Not without a lot of work, anyway. You might think that this would have encouraged my wife to risk unprotected sex, but you'd be wrong. 7 This was a temporary dilemma, of course. Kirstin would get her IUD. I would eventually be able to lower the dose of my medication or even stop it entirely. It would have been a little bump in the road. A pothole in an almost perfect stretch of marriage. 8 Almost. 9 * We weren't even supposed to be spending the afternoon together. 10 I was hosting a boardgame day with my friend from work, Kevin, and his wife, Gwen. Kirstin, on the other hand, was going out to meet her own work friend, a woman named Lauren, to finish up some projects. 11 It was a dreary, drippy Saturday morning in the early fall. The trees were starting to turn, but the leaves had yet to drop. I was so involved in getting the apartment ready for my day, I startled when I saw my wife walk out of our bedroom. 12 You could see the difference in our plans by our outfits. I was in a t-shirt and jeans, looking like I'd just rolled out of bed. Meanwhile, Kirstin was wearing a dark skirt, heels, and a white button-down blouse. She'd even done her makeup and popped in her diamond stud earrings. 13 "Wow, I thought you guys were just going to grab a table at Starbucks," I said. 14 Kirstin came over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She was on the tall side for a woman, about 5'7". Despite being in her mid-thirties, she'd kept her college body. Her dark brown hair hung down past her shoulders. All done up, she looked ready to give a professional presentation rather than pop out for a quick weekend work project. 15 "Lauren says we might go out afterwards," Kirstin said, a coy grin sneaking across her sweetheart face, "She wants me to meet her new boyfriend." 16 I knew Lauren had recently escaped from an ugly divorce. No kids, thankfully, but her ex was a real piece of work who'd managed to make everything difficult for her. Lauren was, well, I'll say that she and I were not great friends. But no one deserves to be treated like that. I was glad she was seeing someone new. 17 "You look like you're setting up for quite the afternoon yourself there, Jacob," Kirstin said, eyeing the stack of boxes I'd put out on the kitchen table. Kirstin, despite being an apex geek who loved science fiction, was not into gaming. She indulged my obsession, but it wasn't her thing. 18 Fortunately, I'd found Kevin. A relatively new hire in another department, Kevin was nearly a decade younger than me. But we'd bonded immediately over our mutual love of cardboard games. We regularly got together for Twilight Struggle, Settlers of Catan, Brass Birmingham, Eclipse, and others. Kevin's wife, Gwen, wasn't a big gamer, but she was willing to play along. It meant we usually had three players (four when I talked Kirstin into joining), which was good enough for a good time. 19 There was a buzz at the door and Kirstin went over to answer. 20 "It's Lauren!" the voice said through the intercom. 21 "Be right down," Kirstin said. She turned and glanced out the window. Our apartment building was an old factory that had been turned into hyper-modern, open-concept apartments. One of the many benefits of the layout (along with the vintage hardware floors and a ton of cool architectural details) was that we had massive windows overlooking everything. "You think I'll need my umbrella?" 22 I glanced down at my phone. "Weather says cloudy all day, but no rain," I said. 23 Kirstin reached for a raincoat, then stopped herself and shrugged. I was caught by my wife's appearance once again. Her hose showed off her long legs and her heels made her little butt pop out in that tight, dark skirt. Her white blouse did similar wonders for her sizeable bust, as if the cloth could barely contain what was beneath. 24 Kirstin caught me looking and she smiled, wistfully. "Only a few more weeks till I get the IUD." 25 I could only nod in resigned agreement. I knew that, even if we could have sex, the SSRI was certain to keep me from enjoying it as much as I might. It didn't bother me as much as you might think, though. In truth, the thing that turned me on more than anything wasn't the thought of my own orgasm -- it was watching Kirstin cum. The way her face flushed. Her mouth hung open. Deep green eyes rolled back. Taut body trembling. 26 "You sure we couldn't...?" I said, rolling my wrist for emphasis. Though we'd agreed that intercourse off the table while Kirstin was off her meds, we could have gotten creative. There are lots of things two consenting adults can do without risking pregnancy. But for whatever reason, we'd stopped cold. 27 Ten years is a long time to be married. Kirstin and I had met in our early twenties and got engaged soon after. We were a good couple, complimentary, but I think the decade mark hit us both harder than we realized. It was easy to blame other things for our sudden chastity, but I think it was a symptom of a larger issue: we'd gotten comfortable. 28 I know that sounds like a good thing. It is a good thing. But there's a reason stories end at 'happily ever after.' If there's no tension anymore, no one cares. When the audience is bored, that's a problem. When your marriage is tedious, that can be a disaster. 29 "Wow, board games really getting you going," Kirstin said, teasing. Then she straightened out, serious. "We've talked about this. I don't want kids, Jacob, and I'm not willing to risk it." 30 "I can barely even cum as it is," I said. 31 "You don't have to," Kirstin said, "Your naughty little friend spits out sperm even when you aren't ejaculating." She caught me making a pouty face and softened. "I know. It's been hard for me too. Just a little longer." 32 "I could do other things for you," I said. 33 Kirstin smirked as the image entered her mind. "Maybe," she said, "After all our friends go home." 34 "Of course." 35 Almost as soon as Kirstin left, the door buzzed again, and I let Kevin and Gwen up to the apartment. Kevin greeted me first. He gave me a warm handshake, clasping my elbow with his free hand as he did it. He was tall and skinny with wavy dark hair. Kirstin says he's attractive and I guess I can see it. She also says he's a beanpole. I could definitely see that. 36 His wife, Gwen, came up and gave me a brief hug. I didn't need Kirstin to tell me that Gwen was super cute. She was short, around 5'3" maybe, with sparking blue eyes and long, light brown hair that hung down to her backside. Gwen was a girl next door type, always wearing sweaters and jeans. But it was impossible for her to hide the curvy body she kept beneath. Especially her chest, which looked liable to topple her over at any moment. My wife was no slouch when it came to breast size, but next to Gwen she looked flat-chested. 37 "It's too bad Kirstin couldn't join," Kevin said, as he sat down at the table. I knew he was thinking about his own wife. Gwen's bubbly personality and positive attitude made her pleasant to play games with. But it was easier for her when another woman was around. 38 "Some work thing," I said, "But maybe she'll be back in time for the after-dinner round." 39 We agreed to start with Flamme Rouge as a warmup, so I set out the cardboard tiles to form the racetrack. Kevin took the little blue plastic cyclists and, of course, Gwen chose the pink ones. We had the decks all shuffled and ready to go when there was a bright flash outside. A massive BOOM shook the entire apartment. 40 "Holy shit, did they just drop the big one?" Kevin asked. I didn't blame him, that had sounded a lot more aggressive than normal thunder. I tried to look out our window, but my view was immediately blocked by a torrent of water. As if someone was dumping the ocean out right over our apartment building. 41 "Fuck, Kirstin's out there right now," I said, thinking guiltily of before when I told her she wouldn't need rain gear. "I hope she found shelter before this started." 42 As if replying to my rumination, the door buzzed loudly. 43 I pushed the intercom and Kirstin shouted back at me. "I can't find my keys!" 44 A moment later, I heard a fleet of footsteps tromping up the stairs and then the apartment door flew open. Kirstin came in first, looking like a drowned rat. My pretty wife gave me a sour smile, then pushed past me. 45 "That came out of nowhere," she said, trying to be humorous. But I could tell her heart wasn't in it. 46 Kirstin's work friend Lauren followed immediately behind her. She was just as strikingly beautiful as I'd remembered. Medium height and thin as a rail, Lauren's usually platinum blonde hair was dark with wet and her pinkish skin was starting to shade purple from the cold. She waved hello, dismissive, and followed my wife inside. 47 Behind them was someone I did not expect. He was tall and broad shouldered, olive skinned, with curly dark hair that hung below his ears and a messy black beard. I realized this must be Lauren's new boyfriend. 48 "Dante," he said, giving my hand a firm, wet shake. He had a trace of an accent that I couldn't place. Even as he said hello, however, I noticed Dante was staring past me. I turned to see what had grabbed his attention. 49 My wife was standing in the middle of the kitchen. Her white blouse was plastered to her chest and quite see-through. Like I said, Kirstin wasn't as full-chested as Gwen, but she had more than enough. Even with her bra, I could see the pink of Kirstin's breasts and even make out the small dark circles of her areola. 50 Kirstin didn't seem to notice her predicament, but Dante definitely did. He was practically frozen in my doorway, watching my wife's chest like it might explain the secret of life to him if he stared long enough. 51 "Honey, maybe you should get changed into dry clothes," I said. 52 Kirstin looked down at her chest and her eyes went wide, mortified. 53 "Come on," Lauren said and grabbed Kirstin's hand, dragging her back to the bedroom, "I'm sure we can find something for me to change into, too." 54 "I'll get some clothes for you once they're done," I said to Dante, who was now watching my wife's backside as it swished down the hallway. 55 He turned and evaluated me, dubiously. I'm not in bad shape by any means, but I was at least half a foot shorter than him and not nearly as well built with a bit of post-marriage paunch. I guess Dante was wondering what I had that he could possibly fit into. 56 Kevin and Gwen introduced themselves to Dante. As he shook Gwen's hand, he gave her massive, sweater-covered chest an appreciative look. At least I knew it wasn't just my wife Dante had eyes for. 57 We all stared at each other uncomfortably, not saying a word. Dante stood in in the kitchen and watered my hardwood floors, while Kevin and Gwen took a good look at the architecture of my apartment. It was awkward as hell. 58 The only sound was Kirstin and Lauren in the bedroom, stumbling around and giggling as they got changed. The two of them had an odd friendship. As a child, Kirstin had been gawky and withdrawn. It wasn't till her thirties, well after we married, that she blossomed into this gorgeous, confident woman. Yet, she still saw herself as an outsider, almost surprised when people paid her attention. 59 Especially people like Lauren. The beautiful blonde woman was clearly used to being the center of everyone's attention. When they started working together and became friends, I think it had an outsized impact on Kirstin. She got to be friends with the popular girl. That meant a lot to her. Lauren, to her credit, never truly took advantage of Kirstin's obvious reverence, but it was clearly there. 60 Finally, both women came back into the main room to rescue us from our discomfort. Kirstin had put on her more usual weekend attire, a green v-neck shirt with a pair of dark jeans and flats. Lauren was also wearing Kirstin's clothes, although they hung much looser on her bony body. The blonde woman had chosen a deep red, wide-necked turtleneck, that hung below her waist. She also had on a pair of my wife's tan slacks. 61 With the women out, I went back into my bedroom and found some clothing I thought would work for Dante. I came back with a pile, expecting him to go get changed in one of the back rooms. 62 Instead, right there in the kitchen, Dante lifted off his shirt exposing a washboard stomach and defined, hairy pecs. Then he stepped out of his pants. Dante, Lauren's new boyfriend who I'd just met, was now standing in a pair of tight, black briefs in the middle of my apartment. Even I had to appreciate his physique. 63 Dante didn't pause or preen. He stepped into my blue mesh shorts and pulled on my grey, billowing hoodie. He gave everyone a dopey grin as his head popped out of the neck hole. 64 "Holy crap it's nasty out there," Kirstin said, looking purposefully out the window. But I could tell from the flush of her cheeks that she'd been staring somewhere else a moment before. "Definitely not going out in that again." 65 "You're welcome to stay and join us for game day," Kevin said. He and Gwen were both standing near the table, arms clasped chastely in front of them. Dante's display had all of us feeling a little uncomfortable, apparently. 66 Lauren looked over at Kevin like he'd just suggested we play with his Transformers. The skinny blonde was very pretty, I couldn't deny that. A gorgeous, thin face and a tight, though fairly featureless, body. I had a bit of a crush on her, despite my better instincts. 67 Because while Lauren got along fine with my wife, the blonde woman wasn't a nice person to most people. She had a way of making you feel like you were the frog, and she was the princess. And she didn't care if you were secretly a prince. It left me off balance with her: continually caught up in Lauren's overwhelming appearance, yet constantly reminded of her objectionable personality. 68 Lauren gave her usual, near-persistent sneer at the board games and anyone who would stoop to play them. Then she shot my wife a look as if to say, 'you wouldn't actually make me do this, would you?' 69 I decided to come to Lauren's rescue. "You and Kirstin had work, didn't you?" 70 "Yes," Lauren said, and she couldn't hide her satisfaction at the excuse, "We need to get that project done." 71 "We can't go out in this," Kirstin said, again gesturing to the window, "And there's nowhere to set up in the apartment. Besides, we weren't going to get much done after Dante showed up." 72 "I'm not going anywhere till the storm lets up," Dante said. He walked over to the table, "So, what were you planning on playing?" 73 Kevin immediately started to explain the game and how it worked, showing the tiny plastic cyclists, the deck of cards, and the racetrack. 74 "It's pretty simple to learn and a lot of fun once you get into it. But it's only for four people," Kevin concluded. 75 Dante nodded solemnly. Then he asked if we had anything to drink. I guess that stood as his well-reasoned critique of our afternoon plans. 76 Ordinarily, I wouldn't have been able to offer him much. Neither Kirstin nor I were big drinkers. Fortunately, I'd picked up some six packs for boardgame day, plus we had a bunch of leftover stuff from parties past that we'd never gotten around to emptying. 77 "Beer?" I asked, and Dante nodded. Kevin, Kirstin, and Gwen all wanted one and I got a bottle for myself, as well. Lauren however, just sighed and flounced over to the couch, flopping onto the cushions. 78 "Do you have anything else?" she asked, as if we were quite rude not to have anticipated her alcohol preferences. 79 "I think we have some merlot somewhere," I said. Lauren let me know that would be acceptable, so I poured her a glass. 80 "You guys can have your day," Kirstin said, taking a swig of her beer and sitting on the couch next to Lauren, "We'll watch Netflix and wait the storm out." 81 "Won't that be weird, us playing games while you watch TV?" I asked. 82 "Come on, let's find a game for all six of us," Gwen said, "It'll be a ton of fun." 83 "What about cards?" Dante asked, "We could all play poker. You know how to play?" 84 "I don't like to play against friends for money," Gwen said, "It's a good way to destroy a relationship." 85 "We don't have to play for money," Dante said, waggling his eyebrows at all three women. 86 "I wouldn't be comfortable with that, either," Kirstin said, looking pointedly at me. I noticed Gwen giving Kevin a similar look. 87 "Oh, come on, don't act like you've never played strip poker before," Dante said, sidling over to the couch. "Everyone does that at least once in their life." 88 What he meant, really, was that everyone who's hot does that. And since Kirstin was good looking, she'd clearly had those kinds of experiences. Except she hadn't. As I mentioned earlier, my wife had been a late bloomer. She'd spent her 'wild' years fooling around with learning the flute, staying up all night to do her calculus homework, and binging shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's one of the reasons we worked so well as a couple. Anyone who made me seem like the outgoing one was a rare find, indeed. 89 "Stop being a pig, Dante," Lauren said, but she didn't seem all that upset with his behavior. It was more that she felt the need to stick up for Kirstin. 90 "I'm sure I have some kind of game for six people," I said. Since I'd been planning on having just the three of us, none of what I'd stacked out for the day was for more than four players. So, I gathered up the cardboard I'd already laid out, and went into the guest bedroom where we stored all the board games. I sat down on the bed and scanned the shelves. It wasn't looking good. We always played with four people, at most, so I didn't see the need to buy a lot of large-count games. Plus, if I wanted this group to get into it, I was going to need a game that wasn't too geeky. 91 I was about to give up and suggest some kind of bloodless poker, when my eyes alighted on a small, thin purple box. Well, Dante had suggested a card game... 92 "The Great Dalmuti," I said, walking back to the living room, my find held above my head like a treasure. 93 Chapter 1.2 "The What Dal-what-y?" Lauren asked, turning to look behind the couch. 95 "The Great Dalmuti," I said again, "It's a card game. Super simple but a ton of fun with a group." 96 Reluctantly, everyone gathered around the table. I dumped out the deck and showed them the cards. I hadn't played the game since college, but I remembered the rules well enough. At its heart, Great Dalmuti is like any trick-taking game. I've heard it called Scum or President in other places, but the branded version sold in stores is called The Great Dalmuti. 97 People had to play sets of cards that were one lower than the ones in the middle of the table. So, if there was an 8 on the board, you could put out anything from a 7 down to a 1. There were some side rules, jokers and the like, but that was the gist of it. 98 What made the game interesting, was what happened outside the card play. Whoever got rid of their cards first in the round was named the Great Dalmuti. Second was named Lesser Dalmuti. Going out in last, however, made you the Great Peon and second to last was the Lesser Peon. The Great Peon had to exchange their best two cards for the Great Dalmuti's worst two cards. It was the same for the Lesser Peon and Lesser Dalmuti, except they only exchanged one. 99 But it was beyond that. The game encouraged people to get into their roles. The Great Peon should have to shuffle the deck and perform other responsibilities to maintain the game. In fact, they were supposed to do any dirty work that occurred to the group. Stuff like that was what took the game from interesting to incredible. 100 "Sounds like fun," Gwen said, already smiling enthusiastically. Kevin agreed with his wife. 101 "I guess it'll be ok," Kirstin said with an empty shrug. That was the closest she was going to get to a ringing endorsement, I knew. Kirstin was in a tough middle spot. On the one hand, she wanted to support me, her loving husband. But she also didn't want to look dorky in front of Lauren, her super cool work friend. I understood, though I didn't love the lurch it left me in. 102 "It would be something to do while we drink, I suppose," Dante said. 103 Lauren stared at all of us like we'd just sold her out, then sat down at the table with a loud sigh. And with that effusive excitement expressed, we were ready to play. 104 Most everyone had finished their first drink, so I gave the group refills (beers for Kevin, Dante and myself, wine for all three women). Then I grabbed a bunch of spare chairs so everyone could sit. Finally, with everyone settled, I dealt out the cards. 105 Since this was the first game, we played with no Dalmutis or Peons. It was not an auspicious beginning. Gwen kept forgetting that she had to play lower numbers rather than higher ones. Lauren could barely be bothered to notice when it was her turn. Dante seemed more interested in studying the art on the cards than playing them. Still, we got through it. By luck more than anything, I finished in first. Lauren, by lack of intent rather than skill, came in last. 106 For the second hand, then, I was the Great Dalmuti, Kevin was the Lesser Dalmuti, Gwen was the Lesser Peon, and Lauren was the Great Peon. Kirstin and Dante had finished in the middle, which left them without a title. 107 "Lauren, you have to shuffle," I said, tossing her the deck. The attractive, skinny blonde shot me a dirty look, but picked up the cards. I was surprised at how deftly she was able to sort the deck with her lithe, long fingers. Lauren clearly had more experience with cards than she was letting on. 108 I took the worst two cards from my stack (a twelve and a nine) and held them out for Lauren to grab. She stared at me like I was the village idiot. 109 "You have to give me your two best cards in exchange," I said. 110 "What? Why?!" 111 "Those are the rules," Kevin said. He handed his one worst card to Gwen who passed her husband her best. 112 Lauren groaned and handed me two cards: a ten and an eight. 113 "There's no way those are your best cards," I said, eyeing them suspiciously. 114 "I can't, like, give you whatever?" she asked. 115 "Nope," Gwen said, giving the skinny blonde the fisheye. Wow, if you were getting on Gwen's nerves you were really accomplishing something. 116 "Fine," Lauren said. She took back the crappy cards and gave me her two best: a pair of threes. 117 "Thank you," I said, folding them into my hand. Was there a part of me that was enjoying the chance to annoy Lauren? You bet. But it was more than that. As a card game, itself, Great Dalmuti is OK. It's the social situations that make it work. That meant I needed to show the group really quickly how much fun it is to be the Great Dalmuti, and how much it sucks to be the Great Peon. 118 To my delight, Lauren seemed to be getting it because this time she paid way more attention to her cards. Still, I decided I needed to twist the knife a little more. I quickly finished my beer and demanded that Lauren bring me another. 119 "Get your own beer," Lauren snapped, "It's your apartment." 120 I repeated my request. "I'm the Great Dalmuti. You have to do it." 121 "Wait, seriously?" Lauren now eyed the rest of the table, waiting for them to let her in on the joke. Instead, Kevin handed her the little paper rule book. Yes, it really says in the printed rules that the Great Peon should get the Great Dalmuti drinks. 122 "Fucking hell," Lauren said. She threw down the booklet, then marched over to the kitchen. 123 "A Blue Moon, please," I called over, making sure that 'please' was anything but polite. "They should be near the back. 124 Lauren responded by giving me the finger, but she brought me my beer. The whole table chortled as she sat back down. 125 "Happy now, Great Dal-fucker?" Lauren asked. 126 "For now, Great Pee-on," I said. 127 "You'd better watch out when I win," the blonde woman grumbled. 128 And just like that, everyone understood the genius, the fun, of playing The Great Dalmuti. 129 * Lauren did win eventually. In fact, she started winning a lot. I didn't realize how competitive she was. But once she got the game, and understood the consequences, she became almost obsessed with beating us. 130 After rounds of wine refills, I think she got a little bored of it, and demanded I bring her a mixed drink. I settled on a paloma, mostly because we had the ingredients lying around. When I brought it over, she took a small sip. 131 "Not bad," she said. 132 The next hand, Kirstin won and decided that she, too, would like a paloma. This time, Gwen had to make it. The curvy brunette brought my wife her drink and, mirroring Lauren, Kirstin took a small sip and proclaimed it 'pretty good.' 133 "Which one's better?" Lauren asked. 134 The two women switched drinks and took a sip. 135 "Jacob's is pretty good," Kirstin said. 136 "Gwen's is better," Lauren said, "Sorry Jacob, you lose." 137 I was not at all surprised that the blonde woman, who seemed to hate the sight of me, also preferred someone else's alcohol. 138 By then, we were about thirty minutes in, and we'd settled into a pattern. The Great Dalmuti collected the best cards and demanded drinks. The Great Peon shuffled the deck and, once, had to clean the table when Kirstin accidentally spilled some of her beer. But that was it. No one figured out the opportunities they were missing. It was Dante, surprisingly, who finally put it together. 139 He'd won and Gwen had lost. Since everyone had been ordering each other to procure drinks, we'd all consumed more than we realized, leaving us a little floaty. Kevin's cute, brunette wife was shuffling the deck idly, when Dante's head popped up. I could practically see the lightbulb shining in his dark eyes. 140 "As the Great Dalmuti, I can order the Great Peon to do whatever I want," he said. It was somewhere between a question and a statement and I couldn't tell where he was going with it. 141 "Pretty much," I said. 142 "Anything?" he asked. 143 "Within reason," I said, "But yes, I mean, that's kind of the 'joke' of the game. You're the king." 144 "So, I can make Gwen here do a shot?" 145 "Sure," I said. We only had some cheap tequila left, but that was good enough. The young woman poured herself a drink, then downed it. 146 Kevin won the next game and ordered me, the Great Peon for the round, to do a shot as well. Soon everyone had downed a couple glasses, and what had started as a slow, kind of easy-drinking afternoon started to get sloshy very quickly. And the game started to devolve. 147 Kirstin put down a nine over an eight. We reminded her that the card had to be lower. She dropped the same card again. 148 "Oh right," she said, dreamily. 149 Next Kevin, reaching for his cards, nearly tumbled out of his (quite sturdy) chair. Gwen started laughing at him, hysterically. I noticed Dante was getting handsy. He seemed unable to talk to anyone without touching them first, male or female. Then, while Lauren was shuffling for the next hand, she accidentally dumped the cards onto the floor. I realized we needed to slow down or that wasn't the only thing that would be spilling soon. 150 "I think, maybe, we need to drink back on the cutting," I said, "Cut back on the drinking, I mean." 151 "But I want to make people do stuff for me," Lauren said, whining like a little girl on a trip to a mysterious chocolate factory. At least she was into the game now. 152 "Fine, but we need to take a little break," I said. 153 The group agreed and we all got up from the table. As soon as I stood, I realized I had to pee like crazy. I scampered back to the bathroom. When I came out, Gwen was waiting to take my place. 154 "This is fun!" the cute brunette said. She put her hand on my shoulder and I couldn't tell if she needed me for balance or if the alcohol was making her touchy like it did with Dante. "You always have the best ideas." 155 "Um, thanks," I said. 156 Gwen gave me a big grin, then went into the bathroom. I walked down the hallway, already feeling a little more sober than I was before. As I went, I overheard Lauren's voice coming from the nearby bedroom. 157 "So, what do you think of him?" the skinny blonde woman asked. 158 "Dante?" Kirstin asked back. I leaned against the wall, so the girls wouldn't see me pass. I don't know why I felt the need to listen in, but I did. I saw Dante and Kevin were both in the kitchen, their attention turned away from me. 159 "Yes, Dante," Lauren said, "Isn't he gorgeous?" 160 "He's OK," Kirstin said. 161 "OK?!" 162 "I'm just not into those kinds of men, you know?" Kirstin said. 163 "You mean you're not into super-hot guys?" Lauren asked, incredulous. 164 "I like nice men," Kirstin said, quoting Empire Strikes Back. I knew Lauren wouldn't recognize the reference, but I got it right away. 165 "Dante's nice," Lauren said, "Very nice." She cackled. 166 Though I couldn't see it, I imagined Kirstin was giving her friend a dubious look. 167 "I'm not going to marry the guy," Lauren said, "Trust me, after my divorce, I'm not marrying anyone for a long while. I just want to have some fun. I mean, I'm in my thirties, I'm not dead. You can't tell me you don't feel the same way." 168 There was a long pause. "Sometimes," Kirstin said, "I love Jacob. I love my life. But..." 169 "You never did crazy things when you were young," Lauren said, "Like you said before." 170 "I'm happy with how things are now," Kirstin said, "But I didn't get to have, like, my wild youth or whatever. And sometimes I wish that I could have." 171 "That's what Dante's for," Lauren said, "He's the hot little two-seater convertible that you end up crashing into a pond before you buy a more sensible, safe SUV." 172 "I suppose," Kirstin said, "Well, I'm glad you found someone you can enjoy." 173 "Speaking of 'enjoy,'" Lauren said, "What about you and Jacob. Are you still in the no-go zone?" 174 "Not until I get my IUD," Kirstin said. 175 "Wow, I don't think I could do it," Lauren said, "Hold off that long." 176 "Trust me, we're both climbing the walls," Kirstin said, "If anything, I feel even more worked up than usual since I stopped taking the pills. My biological clock feels more like a time bomb." 177 "There's a solution for that, you know," Lauren said, and I swore I could hear her winking at my wife. 178 "No. I won't risk getting pregnant," Kirstin said, "I don't want kids and neither does Jacob." 179 "You've got more self-control than me," Lauren said, "How are you not humping anything that moves?" 180 "Believe me, I practically am," Kirstin said, chuckling nervously. "Sorry. I can't believe I'm talking so openly about this stuff. I think I'm drunker than I realized." 181 At that moment, I heard Gwen open the door to the bathroom. Quickly, I started to walk down the hallway again, like I'd been going that way the whole time. Lauren and Kirstin saw me pass. They gave each other a look, but I don't think they realized I'd been listening. They both got up and followed me out into the living area. 182 I slowed to sidle up to my wife, while Lauren practically pranced over to Dante for a kiss. 183 "You OK?" I asked Kirstin quietly. 184 "Everything's a little spinny," she said, beaming at me warmly. 185 "I'll have to talk to the landlord about that," I said and helped Kirstin to sit down at the table. 186 "I think we need to slow down on the drinking," Kevin said. He put his arm around his young wife, who was leaning on him for support. 187 "It's for the best," I said, "We're almost out of alcohol anyway." 188 Gwen was the Great Peon, so she started shuffling the cards as we all sat down. Dante was the Great Dalmuti, so he took Gwen's best two cards. But, per the new agreed rules, he didn't give her any other orders. 189 Kevin started us off by playing three 12s. I put out four 11s. Kirstin played two 9s. At least everyone was getting the game right after a quick break. I could tell everyone was still pickled, just not completely plowed. 190 "This is no fun," Lauren said, "We need the Dalmuti to do stuff." 191 "It doesn't have to be drinks," I said, looking at Dante, "The Dalmuti can order whatever he wishes." 192 Dante gave me a strange look, like he was now seeing me in a new light. 193 "So, I could tell the Great Peon to drop and give me twenty?" he asked. 194 "You heard the man," I said to Gwen. 195 The cute brunette paused for a moment, then gave a broad grin. 196 "Actually, let's do jumping jacks instead," Dante said. 197 That's an odd request, I thought to myself, though I don't know why it made any more or less sense to me than push-ups. Then Gwen stood in the middle of our living room, extended her arms and legs, and... Wow. 198 Like I said, Gwen was top heavy. She wasn't a skinny girl, but she wasn't fat either. Just curvy, I guess, especially in the chest. Even covered by at least two layers, Gwen's breasts looked about two sizes too big for her body. Her sweater puppies were more like sweater Great Danes. 199 So, you can imagine what it looked like when she started jumping up and down. It was hypnotic. Even Kirstin's jaw dropped as the busty girl popped up and down, her tits threatening to fly off at any moment. Almost as impressive, was Gwen's incredibly long hair. Watching her brown locks fly all over the place was almost as eye-catching as seeing her chest. The room went dead silent. 200 Gwen finished her final jumping jack, then raised her arms in triumph. Her face was red with exertion. The room cheered. 201 "Oh my God, that was hilarious," Gwen said, grinning dopily as she sat back down. She tried to pull her hair back behind her shoulders into a more controlled shape, but it was a lost cause. 202 I knew it was wrong for me to perv on my friend's wife, and not only because she was a good ten years younger than me. But there was something about Gwen that got to me. She had a cute face, sure. Something about her long, light brown hair, all the way down to her bottom, was also quite captivating. And her body, well, like I've said... But it wasn't just Gwen's massive chest that did it for me. After all, my own Kirstin was fairly stacked, herself, so it's not like I was missing out on much. 203 It was mostly Gwen's personality. Like I said, Gwen was game for anything. She was a happy, bubbly person and it made her easy to be around. Mixed with her youth, her cheery innocence, her positive attitude -- it was a real turn on for me. 204 So, seeing her doing something so normal like jumping jacks -- yet having it also be plainly sexual at the same time -- fit right into my fevered fantasies about Gwen. Her performance had me just as flustered as the girl, herself. 205 In fact, I was so wowed by what I witnessed, I missed a key play and ended up as the Great Peon. That wouldn't have been so bad, except that my worst enemy at the table was again the Great Dalmuti: Lauren. 206 The gorgeous blonde cackled cruelly when she saw what had happened. Then she stuck out her leg. 207 "Massage my feet," she said, simply. 208 Well, that wasn't so bad. Lauren's petite tootsies were bare from before -- she'd never put on socks after the great soaking. Lauren's feet were, admittedly, cute like the rest of her. Her toenails were painted a bright, girly pink. 209 The way we were sitting, I had to switch seats to reach Lauren's foot. This swapped the order around so that I was next to Lauren while my wife was seated between Dante and Kevin. I took the pretty blonde's foot into my lap (far away from anything that might accidentally pop up) and slowly began to work her foot. 210 To my immense satisfaction, Lauren moaned with contentment almost immediately after I started rubbing and sank into her seat. She was practically purring. 211 "That's nice," she said, absently, eyes already rolling back. 212 "He's good at that, isn't he?" Kirstin said. I wondered if my wife had given Lauren inside information on my skills. I played guitar, had since I was about ten. I wasn't professional or anything, it was just an outlet for self-expression sometimes. But one of the side benefits, beyond being able to serenade my wife when needed, was I had remarkably strong hands. It made me quite suited for necessary husband duties like opening pickle jars and providing foot rubs. 213 "I'll have to take my hand away to shuffle," I said, slowing my ministrations 214 "Someone else shuffle," Lauren said, her voice soft and low. 215 "The Dalmuti can only order the Great Peon around, right?" Kevin asked, "Not everyone." 216 "She's the king, she can do what she likes," I said. 217 Kirstin picked up the rule book, like it was going to have a satisfactory answer, then put it away with a sigh. "Fine, I'll do it," she said, and collected the cards. 218 "That's a good servant," Lauren said. I couldn't tell who she was referring to, only that she was inordinately pleased by the idea. 219 Kirstin passed out the cards and Lauren gave me her other foot to work on. Now both feet were on my lap, and while I was trying to be careful, they were inching towards a danger zone. I wasn't rock hard at the moment, but I wasn't exactly flaccid either. After all, I'd just experienced Gwen's boob-tacular bouncing and I had the very attractive Lauren's bare feet in my hands. What had Lauren said before? I'm in my thirties, not dead. 220 Though very distracted, I managed to escape last place and so I let Lauren's feet drop to the floor. Somehow, I knew, however, that this was only the beginning. 221 Sure enough, Kirstin demanded a back rub from Kevin after the next hand. I didn't want to be 'that guy' (after all, I was doing plenty of perving myself), but I couldn't help glancing over as the tall twenty-something ran his hands over my wife's shoulders. Like I said before, Kirstin told me she thought Kevin was cute, if a little skinny. To his credit, the tall boy kept things nice and chaste. 222 Kirstin won the next hand, as well, and demanded that her back rub should continue. This time, though, the Great Peon was Dante. And he kept things, ummm, less chaste. 223 Dante traced his hands up and down Kirstin's arms (she gave a tingly shiver when he did so) and down her back. A couple of times, too, when he thought no one was looking, he 'accidentally' brushed the back of his hands against my wife's breasts. No one said anything. It was the kind of casual contact that could be easily explained away. All of us were too drunk to be bothered about it anyway. 224 Chapter 1.3 Fortunately, it didn't get much further because Kirstin lost the next hand. As soon as Dante left her side, she groaned in a mix of satisfaction and disappointment. 226 "That was nice," she told the room, airily. 227 "I guarantee it wasn't as good as my foot rub," Lauren said. 228 "At least both of you got something," Gwen said, pretend pouting. 229 "Fine," Lauren said, "Dante rub Gwen's shoulders. Jacob get her feet." 230 We all looked at each other. Lauren was the Dalmuti, but this was the first time the winner had ordered something for anyone other themselves. 231 "Come on now, chop-chop," Lauren said, clapping her hands for emphasis. Dante and I shared a shrug and got up from our seats. Gwen slipped off her shoes and put her feet in my lap. Dante stood behind her chair and rested his hands on her shoulders. 232 Lauren ordered Kevin to shuffle, then sat back and watched while we all did her bidding. All she needed to do was order Kirstin to peel her a grape and the scene would have been perfect. 233 Kevin dealt out the cards, but my attention was elsewhere. Like he'd done with my wife, Dante did more than rub Gwen's shoulders. If anything, he got even bolder. Of course, with Gwen's immense chest, it's possible it was just harder to only 'brush' her assets, but it sure seemed to me like Dante was inching towards more of grope than a graze. 234 Even that though, wasn't what I was wholly focused on. As I rubbed Gwen's feet, she inched them closer to my body. Then closer still. Her cute, pink toes were now mere centimeters away from my growing dick. And after everything that had gone on, it had definitely grown. I was way beyond half-chub now and Gwen was heading straight for the full experience. 235 I slid back, thinking to give her room, but Gwen quickly reasserted her position. In fact, she moved so close her big toe actually touched my erection. But rather than gasp or jump back, she simply settled there. I looked over at her, my eyes wide, but her own blue orbs were shut, her face looking almost beatific. 236 Instinctively, I looked over to Gwen's husband. Surely, he was going nuts watching his wife getting doubly manhandled across the table. Instead, though, Kevin's attention was on the cards. As if he couldn't care less what Gwen was getting up to. 237 Inevitably, Dante, Gwen and I all finished at the bottom of the hand. None of us particularly cared. 238 "Which was better?" Lauren asked as we broke apart. 239 "Huh?" Gwen asked. She slouched back, sporting a silly smile. 240 "Dante on your shoulders or Jacob on your feet," Lauren asked, "Which did you like more?" 241 Gwen paused, her face screwed up comically in thought. If I knew her like I thought I did, she was trying to find a way to pick both of us. She started going that way, but Lauren stopped her. 242 "One or the other," the blonde woman commanded. 243 "Fine," Gwen said, as if being ordered to eat her vegetables, "Feet." She gave me a shy smile. 244 "Ha!" Lauren said and stuck her tongue out at Kirstin. Why she thought she should be crowing to my wife about a loss for her boyfriend was another question entirely. Still, it was nice to have Lauren take my side for once. 245 The game, however, was far from over. Kevin had won the previous hand and demanded a back rub from Kirstin. My wife gave me a coquettish wink as she began to work the younger man's shoulders. 246 "You feel super tense," Kirstin said, her thin fingers now running up and down Kevin's neck. 247 "Your husband is working me to death," Kevin said, grinning at me. As if I had any control at all over how much he did at the office. 248 "Oh, poor baby," Kirstin cooed, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." 249 Dante won the next hand, but Kirstin kept absently rubbing Kevin's shoulders. I was about to say something when Dante leaned over to me, keeping his eyes on Kirstin the whole time. "Your wife is very beautiful," he told me, quiet enough so that only I could hear. 250 I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was I supposed to thank him? Should I have said the same thing about his girlfriend, Lauren? 251 "Are you sure you never played strip poker?" Dante asked Kirstin, now loud enough for everyone to hear, "I am the Dalmuti now, you have to answer me honestly." 252 Kirstin gave me a querying look, like she wanted me to rule on whether the Dalmuti could also force people to tell the truth. Not that it mattered. 253 "I told you before," Kirstin said, finally taking her hands off Kevin, "I wasn't that kind of girl growing up." 254 "Come on," Dante said, "You get a little drunk one night with the other counselors at summer camp and a cute guy happens to have a deck. You and the sorority girls stumble home after a party and someone suggests a game. It's a late night at work and people want to blow off steam. No?" 255 "Nope," Kirstin said and shrugged. She sat back down in her seat. "Never happened." 256 "Don't tell me that you were some kind of geek!?" Dante said. The opprobrium in his voice was overt. 257 "I happen to like geeks," Kirstin said, then blew me a kiss. 258 For some reason, it seemed like this line of inquiry was getting to my wife. I thought back to what I'd overheard her saying to Lauren. About how, now that she was older and settled, she wished she'd been a bit wilder when she was younger. I guess I took that a bit personally. After all, one of the reasons Kirstin hadn't done those things in her twenties was because she was with me. 259 "It's fun, you know?" Dante said, "The risk of being exposed. Sharing your beautiful body. I think I will give you a taste of what you missed out on before. As Great Dalmuti, I command you to bring me a drink." 260 "We agreed no more alcohol," Kirstin said. I recognized that tone in her voice. She was about to hit this guy. Hard. 261 "Some juice or a soda would be fine," Dante said, "But you have to do it topless." 262 I actually, physically winced, waiting for the *slap*. But none came. Instead, Kirstin just sat in her chair -- legs crossed, arms folded -- and stared back at Dante. Her tongue worked around in her mouth. Was she actually considering this? 263 "It's no more than I saw earlier with the rain," Dante said, "If that makes you more comfortable." 264 My wife's face went red. Still she said nothing. I looked around the room at everyone else. Instead of glares or embarrassment, I saw nothing but intense interest. Surely Lauren would interrupt her boyfriend. Or Gwen would say it wasn't fair. But then, maybe they were all waiting for me to speak up. 265 Should I have said something? In the moment, I felt strongly, again, that I didn't want to be that husband. Shouldn't my wife be capable of choosing for herself? In retrospect, I think I was too drunk. We all were. High on alcohol and the possibilities that the evening had already promised. 266 It felt like hours sitting there, waiting. It was only seconds. 267 "Fine," Kirstin said. She pulled her green v-neck over her head and tossed it to the side. She had on a black, lacy bra that wasn't revealing but still showed oh so much. The room, already silent with tension, went completely dead. Everyone focused on Kirstin's chest. 268 My wife stood up like it was nothing. Her ample breasts swayed back and forth as she walked to the kitchen. While her back was turned, Kevin gave me a thumbs up. Dante's eyes never left Kirstin's body. 269 Kirstin came back holding a Sprite. Her nipples were erect from the cold of the fridge. Or at least that's what I assumed. She put the can down next to Dante, who made sure to get a good, close look at my wife's chest before she sauntered back to her seat. Kirstin reached for her shirt. 270 "Ah ah," Dante started, but Kirstin immediately interrupted. 271 "You said to bring you the drink topless," Kirstin said, "That's what I did." 272 Of course, Dante could have corrected himself in that moment. After all, he was still the Great Dalmuti. Instead, he graciously waved away his mistake and, once Kirstin had pulled her v-neck back over her head, asked her to deal the cards. 273 "See?" he said, "It's fun being the center of attention. Taking risks." 274 Kirstin didn't say anything, but she didn't argue either. And, when Dante turned away, I saw her give Lauren a quick, guilty look. 275 I didn't have time to worry about what had happened with my wife. I was already focused on what was sure to come next. After all, one falling domino tips the next. 276 Sure enough, when Lauren won the next hand, she turned right to Kevin, who had lost, and simply wiggled her finger at him. The tall, brown-haired boy shook his head in despair, but he lifted his shirt off. His chest was thin and pale, almost hairless, but not bad. In fact, without his shirt he looked more lithe than skinny. 277 Kevin eyed the room shyly, his shoulders hunched. The girls all came to his aid immediately. 278 "Nice," Lauren said. 279 "Very nice," Kirstin said. 280 "I know, right?" Gwen said. 281 Lauren hadn't set any guidelines, had provided no parameters, so Kevin stayed shirtless through the entire round. When it was over, and Gwen was declared the new Dalmuti, Kevin reached for his shirt. 282 I don't think any of us expected what happened next. Including Kevin himself. 283 "Uh uh," Gwen said, "Keep it off. I like it that way." 284 Kevin straight up blushed, which was adorable, but he left his shirt by his side. Gwen then turned to me and wiggled her finger the way that Lauren had done to her husband. 285 "I'm not even the Great Peon," I said, sounding whinier than I wanted, "Lauren lost." 286 Gwen shook her head at me. "The Great Dalmuti declares that all boys must be shirtless for the rest of the game." 287 "Can she do that?" Kevin asked, "Make rules for everyone in perpetuity?" 288 "It would stand until another Dalmuti undoes it," I said, "But it seems kind of risky to me, considering the likelihood of retribution." 289 Gwen shrugged at me. And I started to realize that maybe that was exactly what she was hoping would happen. 290 "Ok then, I guess we..." I looked over and saw that Dante was already shirtless. We'd all seen this once before, when he was changing into dry clothes in my kitchen, but it was still shocking. The man was straight up cut with strong pecs and a six-pack stomach, all covered in dark hair. He was the essence of masculinity. The type of man who wasn't so much born as sculpted. 291 While the women all gaped at Dante in awe, I quickly pulled off my own shirt. To my surprise, Gwen turned her attention to me, gave me a good once over, and showed me a thumbs up. Just like her husband had done for my wife a few minutes before. I guess my bit of a dad-bod wasn't so bad after all. 292 This might have seemed enough already. If we'd been sober, maybe we'd have stopped. Instead, the next round was hard fought as everyone realized we were only starting. Gwen hadn't just gotten us to show some skin, she'd drawn battle lines. Boys versus girls. Neither side willing to surrender. Fortunately, Kevin was able to sneak in with the surprise win. 293 He didn't have to say anything. The women all reached for their tops as soon as the final card fell. First, Kirstin took off her green v-neck, again revealing her black, lacy bra. My wife has very nice breasts, on the larger side and plenty perky. The room definitely appreciated them. 294 Gwen went next, shedding her white, fluffy sweater with ease. We saw why she was so confident immediately, the cute brunette had on a t-shirt under her sweater. 295 "Shirt too," I said. 296 "You're not the Dalmuti," Gwen said. I could see a bit of nervousness dancing behind her azure eyes. 297 "Shirt too, hon," Kevin said. I think he was enjoying the chance to get back at his wife for what she'd done to him earlier. Gwen paused for a moment. I think this was the first time I'd ever seen her falter. Finally, she smiled to herself and took off her t-shirt. 298 Like I said, Gwen seemed top heavy, even though she always wore layers. I realized that I'd been underestimating her. Even wearing a totally unrevealing, spandex bra, I could tell that Gwen's breasts were at least a cup size larger than I'd anticipated. She almost looked comical. The cute, girl-next-door face and body fitted with the tits of a porn star. 299 Finally, Lauren made her usual exasperated sigh and took off the red turtleneck that she'd borrowed from Kirstin. The skinny blonde was wearing a light blue bra with a racy, quarter cup that shoved her little tits outwards. Lauren was also better endowed than I'd anticipated, though it was still just a b-cup at best. We all gave her a little round of applause, even the girls, but Lauren shook her head as if to make it clear that we were all acting very immaturely. 300 "You're going to regret this," Lauren said. 301 "Deal, Peon," Kevin said. 302 Dante won the next hand and Kirstin lost. As soon as he dropped the last card, a smile crept across Dante's face, like he knew a juicy secret that no one else had figured out. 303 "I think our Peon should entertain her new Dalmuti," Dante said, "With a lap dance." 304 "No Dante," Lauren said it almost immediately, like disciplining her dog. Bad Dante. Bad boyfriend. Go to your crate. 305 "I think that's too far," Kirstin said. She gave me a questioning look and I nodded in agreement. 306 "No offense intended," Dante said, raising his hands in mock surrender, "How about you sit in my lap, instead?" 307 The group agreed that that would be more acceptable. Kirstin got out of her chair and perched on Dante's knee. Almost immediately, he put his hands on my wife's taut, bare stomach and pulled her back, so she was leaning against him. Kirstin gasped, then settled. 308 Their setup looked more uncomfortable than sexual. They kept bumping into each other and chuckling nervously. Still, I noticed a few times that Dante slipped his hand around my wife's bare tummy and even tickled his fingers upwards to the bottom of her bra. And, once, I caught Kirstin grinding her round buns back into Dante. But I only saw it for a second. 309 Maybe I was naive. Probably, I was distracted. Instead of worrying what my wife was up to (or, really, what Dante was up to with my wife) I was more focused on how much fun it would be to have Gwen, or even Lauren, on my own lap. 310 Or, for that matter, what item of clothing might come off next. Pants or bras was a heck of a choice to make. Like picking between burgers or burritos. The idea that Kirstin would be making the same decision didn't bother me in the moment. We were all friends. We were having fun. If everyone was happy where was the harm in it? 311 Kevin won Dalmuti. Kirstin, without even being asked, hopped off Dante's lap and climbed into Kevin's. She hadn't even lost the hand, but she perched on his legs anyway. At least Kevin didn't reach around to pull her close. If anything, he looked particularly nervous. 312 Gwen was the actual Great Peon, and she took it upon herself to issue her own punishment. After all, if my wife was sitting on her husband, then she should obviously do the same. Before I could process what was about to happen, the busty brunette slid onto my lap. Her butt bounced against my straining erection. 313 "Oh!" she said, then leaned back and whispered in my ear. "Nice." 314 No one else seemed to notice her reaction. But I definitely did. Especially when she not only stayed right there but squeezed her ass around my hard on. As if nothing at all was happening. Gwen brushed her long, light brown hair over her shoulder to keep it out of my face. I got a deep whiff: vanilla and alluring. 315 So now we had wives sitting on each other's husband's laps. Still mostly clothed. It's important to note that up to this point, in that moment, everything felt playful. Silly and safe. We were showing skin, sure, but no more than you'd see at the beach. We were touching, yes, but not in a way that would be considered inappropriate. I wasn't nervous or worried. A bit turned on, sure. But there's nothing wrong with that, right? 316 My cock twitched against Gwen's backside. The cute girl ground back against it. Nothing wrong at all. 317 "You girls are all wearing too much clothing," Dante said. I hadn't even noticed him winning the hand. "All of us boys are showing our bare chests. You should be bare, as well." 318 Everyone looked around the room, nervously. I felt myself pulled tight, like taffy. On the one hand, I was definitely down for seeing some bare breasts. Gwen's massive mounds and Lauren's little, pretty titties. On the other, I wasn't sure I wanted the other guys ogling my wife's own perky, near perfect boobs. 319 The girls, oddly, seemed similarly torn. I'd assumed they'd just shut it down, like the lap dance. Instead, they all eyed each other. As if, maybe, each woman did want to do this but was waiting for someone else to make the first move. 320 Instead, Kirstin offered a different option. 321 "I'll do pants," she said. My wife got off of Kevin's lap and put her hand near the snap of her jeans, as if signaling she was willing. I caught her eye and she smiled back at me, just a bit of nervousness leaking through. 322 "That works," Gwen said, bubbly as ever. 323 Lauren looked around the room, like hoping for help. Finally, she sighed. "Fine," Lauren said, and stood. 324 "One at a time," Dante said, wolfish, "Entertain your Dalmuti." 325 I felt like he was taking this whole role-playing thing a little too far, but I couldn't complain about where it was getting us. Yes, I was nervous about my wife showing off her body. But it wasn't anything more than you'd see at the pool. And, in return, I was getting an eyeful of Lauren and Gwen. Also drunk. Don't forget drunk. 326 Gwen, eager as always, was the first to go. She unsnapped her jeans and slid them down, stopping to work them over her wide hips. That was sexy as heck. Finally, she stepped out of her pants and did a little twirl. Her epically long hair arcing out around her like a light brown halo. 327 The busty brunette was wearing a pair of traditional, grey, cotton panties that looked more like men's briefs than something sexy .Just like with her bra; they were quite conservative, but, on Gwen, still quite alluring. 328 Lauren was next. Unlike with Gwen, her tan slacks slipped right past her near-nonexistent hips. To be fair, the skinny blonde was wearing Kirstin's clothes, so they made her seem even more stick-like than usual. 329 Lauren was wearing a pair of light blue, bikini-style panties that matched her bra. Dante gestured for her to spin around, but Lauren shook her head at him. The blonde woman seemed suddenly, surprisingly, shy. I was used to the very confident, 'I know I'm beautiful,' Lauren. Yet here she was standing very still. Arms around herself. Bent slightly. Almost like she was hoping we wouldn't notice her. 330 Dante didn't take no for an answer, so Lauren did a slow, self-conscious spin. Her pink legs tight together. Her little butt clearly clenched. Finally, she sat down, arms crossed, her glare just daring us to say something. That was more like the Lauren I expected to see. 331 Finally, Kirstin reached down and undid her jeans. She started to pull them down, then stopped. 332 "I forgot I was wearing these," she said and gave a bit of a nervous giggle. Kirstin stayed still, like hoping someone would let her slip out of this. No one at the table was going to give her an out. As much as I wanted to, having already seen the other two girls, I couldn't interrupt either. Finally, Kirstin gave a little shrug and kept going. 333 She had on a black, lacy thong. A particularly racy, exceptionally skimpy, actually quite nervy pair of underwear that barely covered her mound and had high straps over her hips. The back, obviously, showed everything. 334 "The skirt I was wearing shows panty lines," Kirstin said to me apologetically. "I didn't want anyone to see my underwear." 335 "Yes, that would be embarrassing," Kevin said with a smirk. 336 "I know, right!" Kirstin said. She did a little spin, showing off her cute, round butt. The bit of cloth barely visible between her buns. Then she sat back down, crossing her legs primly. It only accentuated her long, shapely legs. 337 Chapter 1.4 "You'd all better watch out," Lauren said, glaring mostly at her boyfriend, "I'm going to even things up." She clearly was still unhappy about being down to her undies. Gwen and Kirstin however, lounged in their chairs like this was an everyday occurrence. 339 "Maybe we should take a little break," I said. Seeing how quickly everything was moving, I was hoping to slow things down. And, hopefully, agree with my wife on where, exactly, we were headed. 340 Everyone agreed and got up. I had three gorgeous women now walking around my apartment in their underwear. How was this supposed to slow things down again? I stared as Gwen's bountiful chest bounced with every step. Drooled as Lauren's taut, perfect body prowled around the room. Gaped as my own wife, wearing a pair of very revealing underwear, floated from place to place. 341 Everyone took turns using the bathroom. Dante dug through my cabinets and found a last, lonely bottle of vodka. He poured each of us a glass, straight. Politely, I took a sip. 342 I waited till Kirstin was coming down the hallway by herself and herded her back into our bedroom. 343 "You OK?" I asked. 344 "Yes, you?" 345 "This seems to be going really fast," I said. 346 "I know right?" Kirstin said. She glanced down at her mostly naked self. "Like, when did we take our pants off?" 347 "It was your idea," I said. 348 "Seriously?" 349 "How drunk are you right now?" I asked. 350 "I'm fine," Kirstin said, "I'm pretty sure I'm fine." 351 "I just want to make sure you're comfortable with everything," I said, "Where we are. Where this is going." 352 Kirstin lowered her eyelids. Gave me a nervous little look. OK, maybe she was playing around with me more than I realized. 353 "Gwen is adorable, isn't she?" Kirstin asked, "And Lauren is freaking hot." 354 "Dante, um, seems pretty handsome," I said, "And you said you thought Kevin was cute." 355 "I did," Kirstin said, "I do. I don't know. Maybe I did miss out on some fun stuff. Grew up too fast or whatever. Did you ever do those things? Play strip poker? Spin the bottle? Seven minutes in heaven?" 356 "No," I said. 357 "Do you ever...?" 358 "Sometimes." 359 Kirstin moved a little closer to me. Stared into me with her deep green eyes. So beautiful. 360 "I love you so much, Jacob. You're my everything." 361 I leaned forward. Put my hands on Kirstin's bare hips. Pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back. Hard. 362 "I love you, too." 363 "Would it be so bad?" Kirstin asked, "For one night?" 364 I paused. I have lots of excuses for what I said next. I was surprised when my wife slammed on the accelerator, rather than hitting the brakes. I was strung out from no sex for months. Drunk from all the alcohol. Distracted by the other, beautiful women. Didn't want to be the wet blanket when my wife was clearly running hot. 365 It's all empty excuses. In the moment, I knew exactly what I was doing. I looked my wife right in the eye. Fear and anticipation making my arms shake. 366 "No," I said, "It wouldn't be so bad. For one night." 367 "Just not too far," Kirstin said. 368 "Right," I said. I ran my hands up her flanks, teased at the beginnings of her bra. 369 "Well, maybe a little too far," Kirstin said, slipping her tongue into my mouth. 370 "Are you two planning on playing?" Gwen yelled out from the living room. 371 Kirstin and I pulled away from each other, panting. Searching each other one last time. And finding only acceptance. 372 * We came out of the bedroom, holding hands. It had to look a little strange. Me without a shirt, my wife in her underwear, walking hand-in-hand like an old couple strolling through the park. 373 We took our same places around the table. Kirstin between Dante and Kevin. Gwen next to her husband and Lauren next to me. Cards and vodka resting in front of us. 374 Even though he'd won the last hand, Dante dealt out the cards. A smirk now permanently painted on his face. 375 While everyone looked at their hands and the Dalmutis and Peons exchanged cards, I took a moment to assess the situation. The girls were down to underwear. Us boys had managed to keep our pants. Yet I couldn't decide who it was safer to root for. 376 I had no doubt what would happen if the girls won. Ordinarily, just being in my boxers wouldn't be so bad. There was one problem, though: I was hard as a rock. That last make out session, on top of all the gorgeous girls, had me as erect as I could remember. It seemed like my dick was trying to reach my knees and was hard enough to push through my pants to get there. I knew I probably wasn't the only person sporting wood, but I didn't feel good about exposing my obvious hard-on to the group. 377 If the guys won, it would keep my privates private for another round, but I wasn't sure that the girls would take off more clothing. At least not yet. If the game went too far, too soon, I still felt like it might end. After my talk in the bedroom with Kirstin, I wasn't ready for that yet. And, even if the women did agree to undo their underwear, that meant my own wife would be exposed, as well. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, either. 378 Like I said, I was torn. 379 Fortunately, the cards decided for me. Kevin ended up as the Dalmuti while Gwen was the Peon. I saw the busty brunette look pleadingly over to her husband. I thought she was asking him to go easy. 380 Then Kevin said, "I think Gwen should go sit on Jacob's lap." Wait, what exactly were they up to? "I mean, all the girls should, um, sit on a guy's lap," Kevin continued. 381 "I'll take the lovely Kirstin," Dante said. 382 "And that leaves me with Lauren," Kevin said. 383 Gwen popped out of her chair and sat down on me. This was very different than before when she'd been clothed. There was nowhere I could touch the curvy brunette that didn't feel at least improper, if not completely inappropriate. I settled on holding onto her sides. Surprisingly, for a girl with such wide hips and huge tits, Gwen didn't have much of a tummy at all. When I put my hands on her bare skin, Gwen turned back and gave me a broad smile. 384 I assumed that Lauren would assume her usual prim position on Kevin's legs. But whether the tall, skinny boy pulled her back, or the hot blonde did it of her own volition, she ended up settling right at his center. Kevin, matching me, put his hands on Lauren's pale, pinkish waist. Her light brown eyes went wide, but she didn't say anything. 385 Finally, Kirstin climbed onto Dante. I expected him to go right for the goodies, but instead he also rested his palms on Kirstin's stomach. 386 "Your wife has a fantastic body," he told me, like he was commenting on a car I'd just purchased, rather than the love of my life. 387 "I do yoga," Kirstin said, "Plus I run three times a week." 388 "Lovely," Dante said, and he casually dragged his hand up my wife's side to demonstrate. Then he replaced his palms on the 'safety' of her stomach. As if any place now was truly safe. What had seemed like the harmless option the first time around was now unbelievably risque. How did we think a lap dance would be less dangerous than this? 389 I felt the warmth of Gwen's skin on my chest. She tossed her hair -- it was running over my shoulder and down my back. Her butt was right on my erection. There was no way she wasn't feeling it. 390 I imagined it wasn't much different for any of the other women. I noticed both Kirstin and Lauren settling back on their own selected seats. No doubt feeling the obvious reactions beneath them. 391 Kevin ordered the Peon, Kirstin, to deal. Dante suggested we finish our drinks and so we did. Again, I was trapped between rooting for both outcomes and neither. 392 Lauren won the hand and clapped, a wicked smirk sneaking across her face. She got off Kevin's lap and gestured for the other girls to do the same. Was it weird that it seemed like Gwen didn't want to go? Was it worrying that my own wife seemed similarly reluctant to leave Dante? 393 Yes and yes. 394 "Time to even things up," the attractive blonde said, rubbing her hands together like she'd just devised the perfect plan to capture the Smurfs. "Stand up boys, let's lose the pants one at a time. Dante, why don't you start?" 395 I didn't think the dark-haired man would have any problem with this and I was right. His shorts were around his ankles before he could even get out of his chair. As I'd seen before, he had on a pair of dark briefs that left little to the imagination. Even less so now that he was bulging out of them. He stood and did a little twirl, matching what the girls had done before. The room gave him a round of applause. 396 Kevin stayed seated, but quickly shucked off his jeans, staying completely under the table. 397 "Let's see what you've got," Lauren said, unable to conceal the interest in her voice. Kevin looked over at Gwen. 398 "He's a little embarrassed," Gwen said, smiling kindly at her husband. 399 "We're all a little embarrassed," Lauren said, "So let's go." 400 Kirstin turned to Kevin and put her hand on his shoulder. Like I said, we were older than them. It wasn't a parent-child kind of relationship; the age difference wasn't that big. We were more like older siblings. There was a trust there. I think Kevin and Gwen looked up to us, as people they might want to grow into some day. I wondered if they realized how envious we were of their own youth and vigor. 401 "It's OK," Kirstin said, smiling down at Kevin, "We're all friends here. It's not a big deal." 402 Kevin smiled wanly and slowly stood up. Then all of us realized that, whatever Kevin's feelings were about this moment, it was a big deal. 403 Kirstin, still looking at Kevin, audibly gasped. Lauren's pink face went practically purple. Even Dante had a look of shock on his face. 404 Kevin was wearing a pair of loose, white boxer shorts. They weren't nearly baggy enough. The shape and size of what his underwear was covering was clear. A bit of purple head even poked out of the right leg. My tall, skinny coworker was packing. But rather than be cocky about his clearly massive member, Kevin seemed legitimately uncomfortable. He did a little turn, then quickly sat back down, crossing his legs. 405 "S-see?" Kirstin said. The word came out all mangled. She cleared her throat and started again. "See, that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about." 406 "Not. At. All," Lauren said. 407 Both women turned to look at Gwen with new appreciation. The busty brunette smiled, clearly aware of how much her own standing had risen now that we saw the stud she'd pulled. Then she turned to look at me. With all the distractions, I was hoping to be forgotten, but Gwen wasn't going to let me go. 408 My own reveal was somewhere between the other two men. I stood up to take off my pants, like Dante had, but I was awkward and nervous like Kevin. I had on a pair of fairly flimsy blue boxer briefs. I turned around to show my backside. 409 "Hang on," Gwen said, "Just hold there for a second." 410 I was facing the kitchen, so no one could see my face go red. I could only imagine what had gone wrong. 411 "Nice butt," Gwen said. 412 "It's not bad," Lauren conceded. 413 "Can I, ummm?" I swear my voice cracked. 414 "Put your awesome buns away, babe," Kirstin said, a little lilt in her voice. 415 I quickly turned around and sat down, feeling oddly conscious of how I was sitting. 416 Despite my self-consciousness, for the first time in hours, I won the hand and was crowned Great Dalmuti. The table turned my way, expectant. All kinds of ideas flitted through my head. I knew I needed to keep things somewhat safe, at least for a little while. All of us were now down to our underwear. I don't think anyone -- OK maybe Dante -- was looking to get completely naked. But no one wanted to end the game here either. 417 "A bunch of us got massages before," I said, "so I think people should return the favor. Fairness and all." 418 I could see a look of relief cross the faces of the women, all of whom must have been sure I was about to strip them down. Seeing their reactions, I knew I'd made the right choice. The guys, at the same time, looked a little disappointed. But I had a solution for that, as well. 419 "Kirstin, you owe Kevin a backrub," I said. The tall boy immediately grinned. Not that my wife seemed overly disappointed, either. "Gwen, you go rub Dante." 420 "I guess I need to rub your feet?" Lauren said. 421 "You can do my back if you'd prefer," I said. The skinny blonde got up and stood behind my chair, resting her thin fingers on my shoulders. I could tell almost immediately that the other guys had gotten a better deal, but I expected that. Lauren was hot, but she didn't like me, and I was fine with it. 422 Gwen gave Dante an actual massage. She worked his shoulder muscles and neck so hard I thought it had to hurt. But all he did was loll back and groan. 423 Kirstin, though, didn't even bother with that pretense with Kevin. Instead, she ran her hands up his arms. Over his chest. Danced her nails over his nipples. My tall co-worker stared off, dreamy eyed. 424 Compared to those two, Lauren barely touched me. Like I said, this wasn't unexpected. But I was willing to sacrifice now in the hopes of having something better in the near future. Seeing the attractive blonde naked later would certainly balance things out. 425 When the massages were over, though, it felt like we were back in the same place. Again, we were all sitting around the table, wondering who would get undressed first. Everyone wanted to see, but no one wanted to start. It put us in a precarious position, because there was always going to be an imbalance which would allow one side to say 'no.' 426 It was Gwen, amazingly who came up with the solution. 427 The cute brunette dropped her last card with a wicked smile. It had been a while since she'd been the Great Dalmuti, and she was about to make the most of her opportunity. 428 "I think, from now on, we should all play naked," Gwen said. The room went silent. I was sure someone was about to argue, but there wasn't anything to say. No one could feel singled out because everyone would be completely undressed. 429 "So, we all get naked," Lauren said, "Just like that." 430 "Starting with the Great Peon and moving up the chain," Gwen said, "Yes." 431 For a moment, no one moved, and I wondered if we'd finally found our limit. I looked over at Kirstin and she gave me an odd look, something that spoke of nervousness, yes, but also desire. Worried that this might go forward. Disappointed that it might not. 432 Looking around the rest of the room, I saw the feeling was similar. No one wanted to admit that they wanted this to happen, but it was clear that everyone did. Lauren wanted to see what Kevin had under his boxers. Dante was clearly hoping to catch Kirstin. And, I won't deny it, I was desperate to see Gwen's ample chest exposed. To look at the bare, lovely Lauren. 433 I saw Kevin sneaking looks at both Lauren and Kirstin. My own wife doing the same with both Kevin and Dante. And Gwen, oddly, seemed to keep glancing over at me. We all knew where we wanted to go. But, again, none of us was willing to head out first. 434 Credit again to Gwen, then, because she'd chosen exactly right. The first person to strip, according to her rule, was the Great Peon. And the Great Peon was Dante. 435 The dark-haired man looked around the room with a wide, hungry grin. "If I must," he said, without a trace of the reluctance his words were supposed to carry. Then he stood up and slipped off his boxers. His penis was dark and quite hard. 436 I knew I shouldn't compare, that it was weird to care, but I was happy to see that I was slightly bigger than him. A little longer and a good bit thicker. Not that it did anything to lessen the room's appreciation of his naked form. I didn't need to look at the reactions from the women in the room to realize that Dante was a very good-looking guy. 437 His big reveal was complete, but Dante stayed standing, like it was perfectly normal to rock out with his cock out in the middle of our apartment. His dick stuck out almost comically. But no one was laughing. Instead, the room was heavy with anticipatory silence. 438 Kirstin was the Lesser Peon, so she went next. My beautiful wife stood up and gave the room a saucy smile, tossing back her shoulder-length dark brown hair. Then she reached back and unsnapped her black, lacy bra. Her breasts tumbled out into the open air. Kirstin's boobs were tear-drop shaped, about the size of small grapefruits. Her light brown nipples pointed outward, sharp. 439 Without pausing, Kirstin stepped out of her thong panties. My wife had a cute, little rounded butt. There was a small patch of dark hair over her sex. Her long and sexy legs, though, were her best asset. Even though we'd already seen them, they seemed even more impressive in the context of Kirstin's complete nakedness. I'd seen this woman undressed innumerable times in our ten years of marriage. Here, in the stark light of our apartment, surrounded by our friends, I felt like I was seeing my wife's body, truly, for the first time. Kirstin was amazing. 440 As my wife exposed herself to our friends, oddly, I felt happy for her. Kirstin had been awkward her whole life. While I always found her attractive, she'd blossomed into her true beauty after we'd been married. Now, for the first time, she was getting to show herself off. Enjoy the excitement of turning heads, of holding attentions. As the center of our universe, the gravity of what Kirstin was doing only increased her pull on the room. 441 Like Dante, my wife stayed standing behind her chair after her show was over. Kevin was next. He gave his wife a pleading look, but she returned no mercy. 442 "Go for it, babe," Gwen said, the enthusiasm racing through her voice. I knew the other two women were equally excited for Kevin's 'big' reveal. 443 The tall boy shook his head with disdain. He stood up and gradually lowered his boxers. As if every bit pained him. It only exacerbated the situation, I knew. Inch by inch, Kevin's cock was revealed to the room. It was like the opening scene in Spaceballs. Every time you thought that was the end, Kevin's cock kept going onward. 444 Finally, his boxers reached the end and his dick bounced upwards. We'd had the idea of it already, but this was more than I think we'd been able to anticipate. Maybe I'd seen bigger, I was sure I had in porn, but in-person was so much more impressive than on my laptop. 445 Kevin's dick settled down as he stepped out of his boxers completely. Unlike the first two reveals, no one was looking at Kevin's legs or ass. His length was almost obscene, perhaps twice as long as Dante's across the table. It was thick, too. Kevin was hard as a rock, yet the laws of physics insisted that his dick hang on an angle. It pulsed with his heartbeat. It was the kind of cock you read about in stories and say 'bullshit.' But there it was, real as anything, right in my living room. I'd have been less shocked if Kevin had pulled a leprechaun out of his pants. 446 "Wow," Dante said. The girls all giggled. Kevin went bright red. But he didn't move. He even kept his hands folded behind his back. He looked more like a man getting ready for the firing squad than showing off his dramatic dong, but at least he was trying to herd his sheepishness. 447 Following that performance was quite a task, but fortunately Lauren was more than up to the feat. She too, seemed oddly uncomfortable about exposing herself. Seriously, if Kevin, with his immense dick, and Lauren, with her smoking hot body, were nervous, what chance did us mortals truly have? 448 No matter how I felt about her as a person, I couldn't deny how much I was looking forward to seeing Lauren in all her glory. She stood up, her body almost folded on itself for how awkward and uncomfortable she was clearly feeling. 449 Lauren followed Kirstin's example and started by unsnapping her bra. The light blue fabric popped off, revealing a lovely pair of little tits. Lauren's boobs were about apple sized, slightly upturned and capped by puffy, cotton-candy pink nipples. 450 Chapter 1.5 The blonde woman seemed unaware of what she had revealed and, workmanlike, took off her underwear next. Her backside was almost nonexistant -- pink and just the right amount of perky. More importantly to my mind, her pussy was completely bare. Not even a strand of hair. 452 "Dante, um, likes it shaved," Lauren said, clearly abashed. Her boyfriend gave her a proud thumbs up. 453 Lauren, my God, was even more gorgeous than I'd imagined. Her skinny-straight body still screamed femininity. Every part of her was perfectly formed. From her sharp chin to the little blonde hairs now standing on end on her forearms. 454 Yet, the attractive blonde shied away from all our stares. 455 "Who's next," Lauren said, impatiently. 456 Gwen turned to look at me, giving me one of her naughty grins. And I'd thought following Kevin would be tough. I didn't have Dante's sculpted body or Kevin's ginormous cock. I was just me. Shortish, hairy-ish, with a bit of a gut and not much else. 457 Kirstin sensed my reluctance and said, with no small amount of pride, "Come on honey, show them what you've got." 458 I nodded and slowly slipped off my underwear. My dick popped up, like he couldn't be happier to say hello to everyone. Compared to Dante, I wasn't doing bad. Like I said, I was slightly longer than him, and I was even a little thicker than Kevin. If Dante was a nice-sized pickle and Kevin was carrying a goddammed eggplant, then I guess I had a fat banana? My balls were also probably the biggest in the room, but honestly, who cared about that? 459 "See?" Kirstin said, "Nice, right?" 460 "Even better than I imagined," Gwen said. Wait. Why was Gwen imagining? 461 "Turn around and show them the good stuff," Kirstin said. 462 I turned around so the room could get a good look at my backside. 463 "Nice," I heard one of the girls say. It sounded like Lauren, but I knew that was impossible. 464 "Bend over?" Gwen said. I did as I was bidden. 465 "He's got the Nightwing butt," Kirstin said, referencing the comics character famous for having a great ass. No one else in the room got the comparison, but I appreciated her saying it. 466 Finally, the girls let me stand back up. Like the rest of the group, I stayed upright. My dick poked at the hardwood table. I was going to need to scrub the hell out of the wood surface in the morning. Hell, I probably had to scour the entire apartment. 467 We all turned to look at Gwen, the last of us to be revealed. She blushed. Her perfect plan had finally turned on her. By saving herself for last, Gwen truly had all the attention. 468 As if she knew what we were all waiting for, Gwen took off her underwear first. Again, watching that cloth stretch around her wide hips was almost as alluring as what she uncovered. Gwen had a full, brown bush. Her backside was wonderfully. She totally had that figure-8 figure we all clamor for. 469 Gwen did her turn around, even bending over to match what she'd made me do. It was supposed to show her ass, but instead all I could see were her full, engorged labia poking out from between her legs. I had a mental image of taking the busty brunette from behind and quickly banished it. Focus on the moment, not on the stuff that will never ever happen. 470 Gwen stood back up and turned to face the room, giving all of us a wicked grin. She knew how much she'd been teasing us this whole time. She lifted up her arms and pulled her bra up over her head. Her breasts didn't so much come out as they exploded. 471 Gwen's hair was so long, it practically covered her huge tits. She brushed it back, as sexy as anything I'd seen that night, revealing her chest completely. It wasn't just that Gwen's boobs were immense, because they were. Her whole body seemed a size too small for her cleavage, making them seem even more incredible. A bit olive like the rest of her skin, with cherry red nipples, her breasts were bell-shaped and easily the size of a ripe honeydew melon. Maybe more. 472 Gwen lifted each amazing breast, giving it a little kiss and completing her performance. All of us were now naked. We all stared at each other, as if we didn't know what to do. There was nothing else to reveal. Dante had made his point: we all felt the fun of being the center of attention. Of taking frightening, but ultimately harmless, risks. 473 And that was it. Our game had ended. It had been a ton of fun, totally amazing and unpredictable. Unprecedented. But now, clearly, everyone was ready to move on. 474 "Another hand?" Kirstin asked. 475 We all nodded eagerly and sat down in our chairs. The sun had gone down. The storm had stopped. Every drop of alcohol in our apartment was gone. All six of us, now completely naked, got ready for another round of The Great Dalmuti. 476 All of us were primed. Our patience was fried. Everything we'd been teasing each other with was out in the open. It was time. 477 Dante, the Great Peon from the last round, dealt out the cards. We played the hand slowly, silent. Everyone glanced at each other, as if there really was more to reveal. I could complain that Kirstin kept looking across the table at Dante's chest. Was peeking between Kevin's legs. But how could I say anything when I couldn't stop staring at Lauren's perky tits and Gwen's massive melons? 478 For a moment, I let myself fantasize about what I would ask for if I won. The options were both impossibly circumscribed yet also completely unlimited. Everything I imagined seemed very risky or far too tame. Silly me, I thought I could still slow down the train. Even after it had already barreled past me. 479 It didn't matter because Dante won. He didn't even bother to wait for the rest of us to put down our cards. He leaned forward on the table, catching Kirstin's eye. 480 "Is this the first time you've seen a penis other than your husband's?" he asked my wife. Serious and sultry. A harsh interrogator, wearing a velvet glove. "You cannot lie to your Dalmuti." 481 Kirstin, bless her, blushed. "No," she said, her voice quiet. I waited for Dante to ask Gwen the same thing. What can I say, I was curious. But Dante continued to question Kirstin only. His eyes devouring every inch of her body with each word. I couldn't help but notice that my wife was watching him just as hungrily. 482 "You've had many boyfriends?" he asked. 483 "One," Kirstin said, "Besides Jacob, I mean." 484 "Jacob was your first?" Dante asked, nodding my way, "Your only?" 485 "Yes," Kirstin said. Her voice came out like a crackle. 486 Dante leaned back in his chair. For a moment, I thought that was it. I began to sweep up the cards from the table. I realized I was sweating. My heart pounding. Like I'd run a mile a moment before. 487 "Come sit," Dante said and patted his leg. 488 I looked at Kirstin and she eyed me back. The conversation ping-ponged between us. We didn't need the words. Was this going to be OK? Were we going to be OK? 489 I gave my wife a slight, subtle nod. Like I said, the opportunity to avoid this had already passed. Maybe months ago. We'd committed each other, unintentionally, to this moment. To try and stop it now would just be silly. 490 Kirstin stood up. Her chair scraped the floor so loud it echoed. She practically pranced around the table. Her amazing breasts jiggling in all the right ways. And then my naked wife sat down on Dante's bare lap. 491 Without another word, Lauren leapt out of her seat and sat similarly on Kevin. I looked over at Gwen. My last option was also, thankfully, my first choice. She gave me a flirty grin and sat down. Her bare thighs pressed into mine. My hard dick squished against her back. The pretense of pretending was over. 492 I put my hands around Gwen's waist and hugged her close. My nose to her neck. Her long hair cool on my chest. The heat of her sex on my thigh. Dripping warm and wonderful. I worried I was already going too far. 493 Gwen put her hands over mine and, without any hesitation, placed my palms over her incredible breasts. Both of us sighed as I squeezed. They felt even better than they looked. Soft, yet firm, spilling out over my hands. Nervously, I glanced around the room. I needn't have worried. 494 Lauren was sitting back against Kevin, her skinny legs spread wide. His massive cock jutted upward, like it was her appendage, not his. The gorgeous blonde was stroking up and down Kevin's dick, lazily. She could have easily stacked both her fists with room to spare, I realized. 495 I turned my head to Dante and Kirstin, sitting next to me. The dark-haired, handsome man had his hands on my wife's breasts. Rubbing and pressing. Kirstin's hand was under her leg, and I could tell just by the motion that she was stroking Dante off. My wife caught me looking, eyed where I had my own hands, and gave me a wink. She didn't stop fondling Dante, nor did he move his hands from her chest. 496 I focused back on the beautiful, buxom girl on my own lap. I pressed my lips to her neck lightly and she shuddered. She reached down between her legs and found my dick. As her little hand closed around my hardness, I groaned. God, it felt amazing to be touched by this woman after so long without any contact. Not just the taunt and tease of the entire afternoon but weeks, months, of unwanted celibacy. 497 The reason for it flooded my mind and, for a moment, I thought about reminding Kirstin exactly why we were both so worked up. The reason we weren't having sex. But then I realized how ridiculous I was being. We'd never go that far. It just wouldn't happen. And I'd look like an ass reminding my wife that way. 498 Instead, I settled into the sensations of Gwen rubbing my cock. Like she did everything, the buxom brunette stroked me with an infectious enthusiasm. I massaged her massive chest, rolled her nipples with my fingers. I'd never felt anything like Gwen's glorious gourds. 499 "Better than I imagined," Gwen breathed. 500 "What?" I asked, intimately. 501 "I, um... God this is embarrassing but I'm stroking your dick so whatever," Gwen said. So quiet I could barely hear her. Her breath in my ear almost as erotic as her hand on my cock. "I kind of have a huge crush on you." 502 "Seriously?" I said. 503 "I like older guys," Gwen said, "And you're always so fun and sweet. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable." 504 "No, it's awesome," I said, "I kind of have a crush on you, too." 505 "You mean these?" Gwen asked, shaking her chest to make her point. 506 "No, I mean you," I said, "You're always so energetic and playful. I always enjoy things more when you're around." 507 Gwen leaned her head back and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue danced at my mouth and I let it slip in. I slid my hands away from her breasts, reluctantly, and found her pussy. God, she was wet. So slippery I could barely keep hold of her. I gently teased at her folds. 508 Kevin groaned loudly and we both looked over. Lauren had slipped down to her knees and taken his humongous dick into her mouth. She could only get maybe a quarter of the way down his shaft, but she slurped and licked with so much enthusiasm it clearly didn't matter. 509 "Is this OK?" I asked Gwen. "Your husband is... We're..." I couldn't even speak the words. Fortunately, I didn't have to. The voluptuous brunette responded by dropping down to her knees and sucking me into her mouth. And I'd thought her hand was heaven. Slippery and sensuous, Gwen slurped up and down my shaft. What she lacked in skill, like always, she made up for with passion. She worked my dick like it was the world's most wonderful treat. 510 "Ah, your wife is an amazing cocksucker," Dante said. I looked over and saw my beautiful, wonderful Kirstin knelt down between Dante's legs. For a moment, the jealousy washed over me. But even that seemed to only enhance the eroticism of seeing the love of my life sucking off another guy. Having gorgeous Gwen gobbling my knob at the same time certainly helped. 511 Dante put his hand behind Kirstin's head. Twined her hair in his fingers and held her in place. Slowly, he began thrusting into my wife's waiting mouth. She made a little choking noise as he slid in deeper. I knew that Kirstin didn't like it rough, but she didn't do anything to stop Dante. 512 "Lauren, she is not bad, no?" Dante continued, gesturing over to where the beautiful blonde was fellating Kevin, as if this was a casual conversation. "But your Kirstin is a natural." 513 I half expected my wife to choke out a 'thank you' but she just kept blowing Dante. Which I guess was answer enough. Dante's movements increased in speed and intensity. He really was fucking Kirstin's face now. My beautiful wife's face went red. The choking sounds got more frequent. 514 "Ah. Ah yes," Dante said, "Ahhhhhhh." His body stiffened. Kirstin's eyes popped wide. 515 Glug. Glug. Glug. 516 Dante deposited his seed right down Kirstin's throat. She grunted and ripped her head out of his grip, gasping. Dante wasn't done though, and a blast of his cum splattered Kirstin's face. Another. Long white streaks of his semen ran down her forehead and cheeks. Dante sat back, letting his sperm fountain over my wife. He gave me an appropriately cocky grin. 517 "Now that is a good girl," Dante said. He reached down and patted Kirstin's head. My wife turned to look at me, her face splattered with another man's seed, giving me a kooky smile. 518 "How's Gwen?" she asked. 519 Unlike Dante, the busty brunette was taking her time on me. Licking languidly up and down my cock. Savoring it. She didn't realize, she could have been going full bore for hours and it wouldn't make a difference. Much as I wanted to give Gwen a facial to match my wife's, I knew it wasn't going to happen. Not that I had much to complain about with how the cute girl was going after me. 520 "Really good," I said. If I was being honest, Kirstin gave a better blowjob, but I wasn't going to criticize a woman in the middle of her giving me head. I figured I'd at least wait till the end of the evening before composing a complete, constructive critique. 521 "Oh fffffuck!" 522 All four of us looked to the other side of the table. Lauren was leaning forward, bent in half. Her pussy slowly sinking onto Kevin's cock. Her face was cinched in something that looked a lot like pain. 523 "I just had to," Lauren said, almost apologetically, "Had to try." 524 Gwen waved her off, as if to say that she completely understood. Like even the act of asking would have been ludicrous. The busty brunette went back to lazily sucking my dick. 525 The rest of us watched, fascinated, as Lauren tried to fit Kevin's cock up her cunt. The tall, skinny boy lay in his seat, his head hanging back. Eyes closed. Lauren's light brown eyes, on the other hand, were wide open. Her mouth gaped like she was trying to fit his dick in there, instead. 526 The beautiful blonde slid back slowly, grunted, backed off. Tried again. 527 "Fuck me," Lauren said. 528 "He's trying," Dante said and laughed jovially. His dick now hung limp on his thigh. Kirstin still knelt in front of him, supplicant, like she was hoping he might give her more. 529 Lauren kept working Kevin's cock into herself. It was like watching a weird magic trick. Hypnotic. It reminded me of seeing a snake slowly swallow a cow, entranced over how it could happen, even as I saw it before my very eyes. 530 Finally, about halfway down, Lauren stopped. "No, no, no," she said, almost a pained gasp. "I think that's as far as I can go." 531 She started rocking back and forth on that massive tool. Knuckles white as she gripped the table. Kevin lay back, letting Lauren work herself on his pole. His face euphoric. 532 "So big," Lauren said, "So full." 533 "She's really tight, hon," Kevin said. 534 "I bet she is, babe," Gwen said, her mouth full of my cock. 535 Lauren increased her speed, but she still couldn't get more than halfway down Kevin's dick. She worked herself back and forth as hard as she could. Making grunts and growls that, a few moments before, I would have sworn were beneath her. Watching Lauren slowly devolve over Kevin's massive cock was maybe the sexiest thing I'd seen from her yet. 536 Then it got even better. Lauren's body stuttered. Her eyes fluttered. Her face flushed. I didn't need any familiarity with the blonde woman to know she was about to cum. 537 "Oh... Oh fuck!" Kevin shot up. His eyes wide. He pulled his dick out of Lauren just as it exploded. A font of white fired out and landed on our table. Kirstin turned back, glaring. "Oh God. I'm so sorry," Kevin said, his dick detonating everywhere. "I couldn't." 538 "I was so close," Lauren said, like she was lecturing him. She practically had her hands on her hips. 539 "I know," Kevin said, "You just felt so good." His dick finished spurting, then started to slowly droop down. Even flagging, it was still a flagpole. The look on his face was somewhere between extreme satisfaction and epic embarrassment. 540 Lauren looked over at her boyfriend. "I need to get off," she said. Her voice heavy with desire. 541 "I'm no good to you," Dante said, gesturing at his sated shlong. 542 Lauren's eyes fixed on me. I was the only one remaining with an erection. She looked down at Gwen, still sucking me off. 543 "Gwen please," Lauren said. The buxom brunette, game as always, just smiled and stepped away. 544 "Sure thing," she said, like she was sharing her dessert instead of her husband's friend's dick. 545 Lauren looked at me as I sat back in the chair. I knew she didn't like me. Would rather have gotten off with Kevin or Dante. Or a bedpost somewhere. But I was her only option. She started to turn around, like she had done before with Kevin. 546 I put my hand out and stopped her. 547 "Come here," I said. I got up and led Lauren over to the couch. I gently laid her down on the cushions. She spread her pink, spindly legs. 548 "You're gorgeous," I told her. She rolled her eyes as if to say, 'I know.' 549 I climbed over her. I could tell by her face she wouldn't let me kiss her. Instead, I pressed my lips to her chest. Kissed my way over to her breast, then latched onto a pink, puffy nipple. She let out a little gasp. 550 The rest of the room was sated, or at least on pause. I assumed they were all watching us. I don't know for sure because I stayed focused on the beautiful woman beneath me. I kissed and licked lower. When I got to her stomach, she twitched, then stilled. I got closer to her mound. I could smell her, wafting upwards. Heady and wonderful. 551 "Don't. I'm not..." Lauren said. But before she could finish the thought, I sucked on her vulva. I felt her body go taut, then fall limp. I lapped up her dripping slit, tasted her feminine honey. Kissed around her opening and licked, hard, on her stiff little clitty. Folded my tongue and buried it in her waiting snatch. 552 I feasted on Lauren's sex. Her earlier reluctance was lost. Her legs snapped around my back. Her fingers gripped at my hair. She started making little grunts and groans. Almost as loud as with Kevin before. 553 "Oh. OH!" Lauren's whole body seemed to wrap around my skull. She squeezed so tight that I felt my heartbeat in my head. Finally, Lauren went lax. She fell back into the couch. Her already beautiful face, pink with pleasure, was even moreso in post-orgasm repose. 554 Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my Kirstin lying back on the dining room table. Kevin was between her legs and licking with abandon. Meanwhile Dante was sitting back, the king on his throne, lazily fondling Gwen's breasts while she played with his rapidly re-stiffening cock. 555 Kirstin pulled my face to hers. She kissed me hard, then looked me in the eyes. I couldn't make out what I saw there. 556 "Wow," she said, breath short from the kiss and the cum, "I mean. I've never. Not like that." 557 Lauren grabbed my shoulders and softly rolled me over. Now she was on top of me. She gave me another kiss. Her pink, puffy nipples brushed against my chest hair. This wasn't just fooling around anymore. Somehow it had become intimate. 558 Lauren reached down and found my cock. Squeezed it. Centered me. For a moment, I paused. This was so much farther than I'd ever imagined going. With Lauren. With anyone not my wife. Even the oral had seemed like something less. Over the line, yes, but not much more beyond that. But this...? 559 chapter 1.6 Lauren squeezed my ass, pulled me forward, and my cock slipped into her. For the first time in over a decade, I was inside a woman who was not my wife. Whatever worries I had were forgotten. The beautiful blonde rose up my cock, then settled down deeper. After she'd ridden Kevin's massive stick, I wondered if she would even feel me. If anything, she was even tighter than I could have imagined. 561 After the third thrust, I was finally buried to the hilt inside spectacular, sexy Lauren. Absently, I heard female gasps and male groans behind us. I didn't even turn to look. My whole universe was this stunning woman, riding up and down my cock. 562 Her eyes went wide and wet. Her whole body started to convulse. The little blonde hairs on her forearms stood up straight. I hugged her tight to my chest. 563 "Are you cold?" I asked. 564 "N-no," Lauren said. I looked at her again. I realized the look in her eyes and realized she was scared. Not terrified. More like she felt herself losing control. Vulnerable in a way she wasn't used to. She was shaking even more now, great shivers with every stroke of my cock. 565 Her eyes crossed slightly. Mouth opened. She orgasmed again. I held her as tight to me as I could. A rock in the storm of her pleasure. She thrashed in my arms. Whimpered. I felt her tears soak my shoulder. 566 Finally, she stilled. 567 "That was amazing," Lauren said, leaning back. Looking on me with new eyes. "You're amazing. Kirstin is so lucky." 568 She started to lift off me but stopped. "Wait, you're still hard?" 569 I nodded. 570 "You didn't...?" 571 I shook my head. 572 "Fuck me," Lauren said. 573 "That's what I'm trying to do," I said, imitating Dante from before. 574 "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," Lauren said. She started to ride up and down on my cock again. She had a new confidence. Now she was moving faster. Arms around my neck. Tits flying. I realized how much she'd been trying to maintain control of herself, even with Kevin. But her orgasms with me had set her free. 575 Lauren no longer cared how she looked. About the squelching, wet noises her cunt made on my cock. Her feral grunts and mewls. Lauren chased her own pleasure with abandon, and it was amazing. Like finally seeing her true self. And it was even more beautiful than the one she hid behind. 576 I heard slapping noises and couldn't help myself. I had to see what was going on. 577 Gwen was bent over our table, her massive breasts smushed practically flat against the wood. Dante was behind her, shoving his cock into her pussy. And on the other side of the table was my own wife, mirroring Gwen. Her body bent over, supplicant. Kevin was behind her, slowly filling her with his immense dick. 578 "Oh my God," Kirstin said. Her face crushed between pleasure and pain. Kevin was about halfway in her. Shoving deeper. 579 "You've got this," Gwen said, a weird, calm dichotomy with what was going on around her. Her backside bounced lewdly while Dante fucked her hard. But her top half was loving, affectionate, holding Kirstin's hand tightly and lightly stroking her face. "It'll be so good. You can get there, I promise." 580 "How do you do this?" Kirstin asked. "Ohhhhhhh. Take all that cock?" 581 "I did it, babe," Kevin said, like he'd just won at Flamme Rouge, "I got it all the way in." 582 "Oh fuck," Kirstin said. Eyes rolling back. "So fucking full." 583 "Go slow, babe," Gwen said, "Let her get used to the monster." 584 "Trying," Kevin said, "She feels so good." He drew back, then stuffed my wife full again. Their pace increased. Kirstin and Gwen held hands as their partners plowed into them. The table squeaking and creaking like it would break any second. The two women seeming just as fragile. 585 Both seemed to sense me looking. They turned their heads my way. As soon as Kirstin saw Lauren riding me, my wife's eyes crossed, and I saw an orgasm rip right through her. 586 The jealousy grabbed at my chest again. Another man was balls deep in my wife. Making her cum with his massive cock. Had she ever made those faces with me? Grunted and groaned like that? I couldn't say. 587 Lauren kissed me hard, drawing my attention back. 588 "She's OK,' the blonde said, "Kirstin's having fun. Don't worry so much." 589 "Worry about you, instead?" I asked, with a smirk 590 "Oh, I'm having fun," Lauren said, wickedly. "And. I'm. Never. Going. To. STOP!" On her last word, another cum rolled over her. "Wow. Fuck." 591 Lauren slowed for a second, panting. Her body slick with sweat. She took a deep breath and started humping me again. 592 "You going to go soon?" she asked. "I want you to cum. Need you to cum. It's OK, I promise. I'm safe." 593 Lauren was beautiful. Her body was amazing. Her pussy wet and tight. She rode me wild and it felt wonderful. I didn't have the heart to tell her, I was nowhere near cumming. Even now, with a literal orgy going on behind me and a gorgeous woman riding my dick, the SSRI had me in its thrall. Lauren was going to strip the skin from my dick before she pulled the cum from my body. 594 I felt a touch on my shoulder and looked up. Gwen stood over me, wearing only a shy smile. I looked over to see that Dante had left her high and dry. My wife was now squatting on the floor. Bouncing up and down on Kevin's cock. Dante, himself, was standing over her, his dick in her mouth. She sucked at him with abandon. 595 Seeing my wife getting spit-roasted was hard enough. Seeing how much she seemed to enjoy it, was even harder. She was riding Kevin, hard. Dante reached down and pinched her nipples. Both of these men were using my wife for their pleasure. Yet it was strangely also the hottest thing I'd ever seen. 596 Gwen got my attention back by sliding her massive breast over my face. Instinctually, I began to suckle on her stiff nipple. 597 "Hope this is OK," Gwen said to Lauren. 598 The blonde girl laughed. "You should try his tongue on your twat, it's even better than his foot rubs." 599 Gwen paused for a moment. Like she wasn't sure if Lauren was kidding or not. Finally, the buxom brunette shrugged and pushed me back. Lowered her pussy down to my lips. 600 Gwen's cunt was different than Lauren's obviously. For all her outsized other parts, Gwen's sex was trim and tidy. Her clit was barely noticeable beneath her folds. But I found it, sure enough, and felt her stiffen above me. Now, even if I wanted to see what was going on with Kirstin, I couldn't. I didn't even know what Lauren was up to, besides riding my dick. 601 I kept my focus on forcing Gwen over the top. Her taste was stronger than Lauren's, muskier, and I found I liked it quite a lot. The young girl rode my face. When I missed the right spot, she shifted me back with her thighs. I reached up with my hands and squeezed her ample ass. Brushed her anus with my thumb. Even through her flesh, I heard Gwen make a sexy little squeak. 602 Lauren popped up and down on my cock like an automaton. Gwen ground down on my tongue. We were like a strange, sloppy machine. An organism of orgasm, each part working in concert towards the greater goal. 603 "Your tits are amazing," I heard Lauren say. Her voice was distant, like I was listening through a cell phone with a bad connection. Or a pair of tin cans with a string. 604 "Oh, I love yours, too," Gwen said, "They're practically perfect." 605 In my head, they were fondling each other while they said this. I know it was unlikely in actuality, but a man can dream. 606 I flattened my tongue against Gwen's clit and rubbed back and forth as hard as I could. She squealed, then went stiff. She fell forward and I saw Lauren sitting on my cock. She stiffened. Her body stretched out. 607 "Cumming," Lauren said, a gasp, her thin lips pressed tight. 608 "Me... too," Gwen said. Shaking as she lay on top of me. 609 "I've got you," Lauren said. The two women hugged each other tight as they both went over the top together. Then tumbled over. 610 My cock stood straight up hard, shadowing the two of them. 611 "How are you still hard?" Lauren asked. She looked exhausted. Her hair was pasted to her forehead. She could barely hold herself up. 612 "It's like he's got an everlasting gobstopper," Gwen said. 613 "More like an everlasting cuntstopper," Lauren said, "I've never cum like that in my life." Both girls giggled at their joke. 614 In that moment, it was too much to explain my pharmaceutically controlled condition, so instead I shrugged like it was nothing. 615 "Let me give it a go," Gwen said, like she was doing Lauren a favor. She took my hand and pulled me up off the cushions. 616 Back behind the couch, Kirstin was still squatting over Kevin. Whatever trepidation she had about his tremendous tool was lost. She was piledriving herself up and down on his cock. Her face twisted in incomprehensible ecstasy. She'd given up on sucking Dante. Instead, he stood there watching, lazily stroking her hair and occasionally reaching down to tweak her nipple. 617 Kevin saw us both and gave his wife a weak grin. 618 "How's she doing for you?" Gwen asked. 619 "So good," Kevin said, "Not going to last much longer." 620 If Kirstin heard him, she didn't care. She drove herself up and down on that enormous dick. Breasts flying with every bounce. Her tiny pussy wrapped tight around his cock in a way that was fascinating just from the physics of it. 621 Kevin wasn't kidding about getting close. A moment later, he groaned. His balls went taut. Kirstin jumped off his dick and spun around. She grabbed Kevin's cock in both hands and pumped him. A moment later, a geyser of cum catapulted out of him. 622 The first burst looked like a bucket's worth. It splashed against my wife's entire torso. A gout of hot liquid running across her shoulder blades, over her breasts, and down her tight tummy. Then another, impossibly almost as much. It was his second go already, but Kevin was deluging my wife in his desire. 623 Another explosion. Another. Kirstin was dripping in baby batter. Her face, still wet from Dante, took another drenching. She fell back, finally, looking like she'd been swimming in semen. 624 Kevin sat up, looking at what he'd done to my wife. "Wow," he said. 625 "Holy fuck," Kirstin said, idly playing with some of the sperm on her tit as she lay sprawled back, "You really let it go." 626 Dante walked over and helped my wife up to her knees. What looked at first like a gentlemanly gesture quickly shifted, however, as he pushed her head towards his waiting hardness. Kirstin didn't pause. She opened wide and dutifully began sucking Dante off again. 627 Gwen got down on all fours in front of me, capturing all my attention. I remembered before, when she'd bent over and I'd pictured her this way. What I'd thought of as an impossible fantasy had turned out to be a premonition. 628 I reached over and started to play with Gwen's pussy. Lightly stroking her outer lips. 629 "No, just give it to me," Gwen said. 630 I lined myself up and slid into the buxom brunette. She groaned as I filled her. She was surprisingly tight, especially for someone who was used to getting it regularly from Kevin. 631 I gripped Gwen's hips and started to slowly fuck her. 632 "Harder," she said, "Give it to me." 633 Unintentionally, I looked over at Kevin who was now slumped, half-conscious, against the far wall. He gave me a limp shrug. 634 Jokingly, I slapped Gwen's ass. 635 "Yes, like that," Gwen said. I was surprised to see the bubbly girl liked it rough, but I gave in. I spanked her butt cheek again. Pounded her pussy. Her massive tits hung down, flying everywhere. 636 I looked up and saw Dante slip his dick out of Kirstin's mouth. Not too roughly, he pushed her down, so she was on all fours. Presented that perfect pussy up to him. It was a position, I knew, that Kirstin didn't actually enjoy. She said she found it demeaning. Instead of saying anything, though, Kirstin stayed completely still, letting Dante examine her upturned ass like it was a new installation at the museum. 637 Finally, Dante took his prize. He adjusted his stiff cock and slowly fed it into Kirstin's well-used cunt. I thought I heard a little sob escape from her mouth as he filled her. Then, almost immediately, she reacted in a far different way. 638 "Oh. Uhn. Oh God. Oh yes." Kirstin said, "Oh that feels so gooood." 639 I wasn't used to my wife talking during sex. She'd always been quiet with me. Now though, either because she had an audience, or Dante was doing something incredible to her, Kirstin was spewing forth nonsense like it was nothing. "Fuck. Fuck me. Oh. UHN. Dante. So good. Fu-uh-uh-uh-uck me." 640 I might have noticed more, except Gwen was giving me a monologue of her own. "Slap my ass. Take me. Oh God. Pinch my nipples. Harder. Use me. Oh fuck. You have no idea how bad I wanted you. Kevin knows. We both had a crush on you guys. Used to, used to play. In bed. Pretend we were with you. OH! So much better than I thought it would be. Did you -- fuck -- did you want me, too?" 641 "Oh yes," I said, "Your huge tits under those fuh-fuzzy sweaters. Your big blue eyes. Always so enthusiastic. Innocent. God, Gwen I wanted you so much." 642 "Would you stroke it? Thinking about me?" 643 "Y-yes," I said. I didn't dare look over at Kirstin while I confessed. If she was listening, at that moment, I didn't even care. 644 "Oh God, that's so hot," Gwen said, "Gets me off so good. Oh. Promise me. Promise me you'll let me see it. I want to watch you stroke that cock for me." 645 I started to pull back, but I swear, somehow Gwen's cunt clamped down and held me in. 646 "Next time," the bouncy brunette said. Next time?! "You can show me. I p-promise. Oh, you're fucking me so good! Oh, Kev. Was Kirstin good for you, too?" 647 "Y-yeah," Kevin said, eyes so distant he may as well have been looking at Mars. "Kirstin's body, her pussy, so tight. Dude. Your wife. She's an awesome fuck. Incredible." 648 "Oh, fuck yes," Dante said in rapturous agreement. Slamming back and forth into Kirstin. "She is such a spectacular little slut." 649 Kirstin only moaned in response. 650 "Gwen's great too," I said. God this was so wonderfully weird. 651 "Oh, I'm getting close," Gwen said, "Going to cum on your awesome cock. Fuck! Rapunzel me. Please. Put me over the top." 652 "What?" I asked. I mean, I watched enough porn, I figured I knew all the catchphrases, but this was a new one. 653 "Rap... Pull my hair," Gwen said, "Sorry, that's what Kev and me call it." 654 I grabbed Gwen's long tresses, wrapped them like a bridle around my fist, and pulled back hard. The buxom brunette screamed, and I faltered. Then I realized she wasn't in pain, she was cumming. Her pussy rippled up and down my shaft. 655 While Gwen slowed, panting hard, I heard the vigorous slaps of another man giving it to my wife. Kirstin was watching us. Her eyes half-lidded. Mouth hanging open. Cum dripping off her arms, her chest, her face. All she could do was let out little grunts as her body took a massive battering from behind. 656 "Fuck. Your wife is such a good fuck," Dante said, "A machine. Like she was made for it. Her pussy, it squeezes so hard, like she is begging for my dick." 657 I didn't know why these guys kept feeling the need to tell me how fun it was to fuck my wife, but they did. Meanwhile I did my best to focus on Gwen while her husband stared at us in the distance. 658 I felt someone else watching us and looked over. Lauren was standing off to the side. I'd almost forgotten about her, honestly. 659 "Holy fuck, how is he still going?" Lauren asked. 660 "I don't know," Gwen said, "It's amazing. He's wearing me out. You want another shot at him?" 661 "My pussy is so sore," Lauren whined, "It hurts just to look at you two. It's so hot though. I want you to tell me about it. Let me know how it feels." 662 "His cock's so good," Gwen said. "He's thrusting into me. Like he'll never stop. Pulling my hair. Slapping my ass. I've cum like... Lost count. I keep cumming. OH!" 663 Lauren moved to the other side of the room. She knelt down next to Kirstin. "Told you Dante was amazing." 664 "Uh huh," Kirstin said. Words were not her strong suit anymore. 665 "You're the only one who's had all three," Lauren said, "So you have to tell me who was better." 666 "Wha?" Kirstin asked. Her green eyes were so bright, they were practically glowing. 667 "Like before," Lauren said, as if it was obvious, "With the drinks and the massages. I want to know who's best." 668 Kirsten responded with a long, low moan as yet another orgasm ran through her. Her head lolled forward and Lauren laughed, loud and musical. 669 Then I lost the ability to pay attention as Gwen's pussy rippled around me. Her own orgasm ripped through her. She fell forward onto her arms. She didn't even have the strength to hold herself up anymore. Still, gamely, she pumped her pussy back and forth on my dick. 670 Suddenly, for the first time, I felt that little tingle at the tip of my cock that told me I was going to cum. It was like the arrival of the rapture. Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanzaa, and Diwali combined. A gift from every god in the known universe. I was, finally, going to reach my peak. 671 "Oh God. Gwen. Getting close," I said. The whole room seemed to sense the import of my words. 672 "Oh yes!" Lauren said. "That's a girl! You did it!" 673 "There you go, babe," Kevin said. 674 Even Kirstin looked up with a wan smile. "Wow, good for you, Gwen. Even I can't do that these days." 675 Gwen grinned and blushed at the room, like she'd just won the big game and we were all her cheerleaders. Then she slowed. 676 "You have to do it," Lauren said, "You won, so you get the prize. Let him fill you up. I promise it'll blow your mind." 677 "It's OK, babe, you earned it," Kevin said. 678 Gwen dutifully lowered her head and started to rock back and forth on my cock again. 679 "Yes!" Lauren cheered, "Do it. Take that load like a good slut." 680 I reached forward to squeeze Gwen's massive tits, but it messed with my rhythm, so I sat back. Thrusted into her. Hips slapping hard. 681 "Oh fuck..." Gwen said. "Are you getting close?" 682 "Yes," I said, "Finally." 683 "I think I'm gonna. Fuck. Already cumming so much. Feel like... Feel like a big one's going to hit." 684 "Gwen," I said, suddenly frantic. Thinking about her hesitance before. About my own wife. "Can I...? I'm getting close and I want to..." 685 "Yes!" Lauren said, as if it was her choice to make. 686 "Inside," Gwen said, "Please. Cum in me. Inside is OK. Just... just cum. Oh fill me up. I want it allll." 687 "Do it," Lauren said, "Cum in that slutty pussy." 688 I reached around Gwen's hip and found her clit. I rubbed it hard. She stiffened. I took her in for one last time. This girl I'd lusted after for so long. Her huge breasts and full bottom. Her pussy squeezed down tight on my cock. 689 And finally -- FINALLY! -- I felt the cum race up my shaft. My balls went taut. The tingling raced all over me. Sparks of pleasure building into conflagrations throughout my body 690 "Oh fuck!" I cried out. Gwen stilled, like bracing herself. 691 I spewed forth into her pussy. My first orgasm in weeks. Months of pent-up energy unleashed all at once. My essence spewed forth like a raging river bursting through a dam. An ocean of ecstasy now flooding forth. 692 As I fired, I felt Gwen buck beneath me. "Ohhhhhhhh YES!" she screamed. "Oh, he's cumming in MEEE-HE-HE-HE!" 693 Before, when I had these marathon sessions, even the orgasm was disappointing. Almost painful. There was no agony here. Only bliss. The pleasure punched me in the chest. Stole my breath. Grabbed hold of my head and squeezed so hard I thought my brain was about to burst. 694 I dumped my seed into Gwen's waiting pussy. So much that I felt like I could have painted the walls of our apartment if I pulled out. Instead, the only walls I painted were the ones in Gwen's tight little cunt. I splashed through her cervix. Washed out her womb. She cried out, shouting her pleasure as I poured into her. So much I could already feeling it leaking over my balls. 695 Gwen toppled forward. My dick popped free, somehow still spurting like an oil derrick. 696 Chapter 1.7 "Oh wow," I heard Lauren say, distant. The cum splashed onto my chest, warm. It slowed. Dribbling down. The world went dull. Hazy. I heard a buzzing in my ears. Saw a white, fuzzy fog. But nothing more. 698 I felt little kisses tracing down my chest. I opened my eyes and saw Lauren over me, slowly licking me clean. Like a hungry kitty. The pretty blonde gave me a shy smile, but she didn't stop. 699 "That was amazing," she said. 700 "You have no idea," Gwen said, bent forward, head buried. Her voice tremulous. 701 "Oh God." 702 I looked up, past Lauren. Dante was still fucking my Kirstin from behind. Pumping her pussy. Her amazing breasts swung rhythmic with every shove. Her hair splayed everywhere. Face red. Mouth open panting. 703 "I'm cumming," Kirstin said. "Again. He keeps making me cum. So good. Oh God." 704 I did my best to get up and reached my hand out. Kirstin squeezed it back. I held hands with my wife while another man fucked her from behind. Her grip tight on me, holding on for dear life. 705 "Oh Jacob," Kirstin said, "Baby. I'm so sorry. He's fucking me so good." 706 "It's OK," I said, meaning it. Whatever envy I had left had been drowned in cum. I could only enjoy watching as my beautiful Kirstin reached her own peak. Eyes rolled back. Spine arched. Face in a trembling rictus of overwhelming, incomprehensible pleasure. 707 "Keep... Keep cumming," Kirstin said, "Can't take much more." 708 "You can do it," I said, warmly. "You're so beautiful. So sexy. My amazing, wonderful wife." 709 Kirstin smiled, then her face went expressionless. I saw it all in slow motion. 710 "Oh... OH... OH! I'm... AH!" Kirstin curled up as the pleasure overtook her. 711 Dante grunted. I could see from his face he was close. I waited, expectantly, for him to pull back. He thrust forward, deep as he could 712 Kirstin's eyes got huge. 713 "Oh no." 714 The orgasm overtook her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. 715 "Oh YES!" Dante cried out. My wife squeezed my hand as another man inseminated her unprotected pussy. 716 Kirstin cried out. Shook as another man filled her fertile womb. For a second, I saw her body try to fight it. As if she could stop something that had already happened. And then the orgasm grabbed hold and she was gone. "He's cumming in me. Fuck that feels so... Oh. Can't stop... So good!" 717 Lauren jumped up and ripped her boyfriend back, but it was already too late. Kirstin sprawled forward. Dante's cum bubbled out of her cunt. Ran in rivulets down her thigh. 718 "Oh fuck," Kirstin said, stupidly. Still mid-cum. Her face pressed into the floor. "I think he... Oh." 719 I watched as the orgasm washed over my wife. The cums rolled through her. One after another like a chain reaction. Her cunt still trying to suck another man's seed into her fertile womb. 720 Finally, she calmed. Her whole body went slack. "Come on, babe," I said, helping my wife off the ground. 721 "Jacob I... I think I fucked up," Kirstin said. 722 "It's OK," I said, "You're OK." 723 "I love you so much." 724 "I love you too." 725 I grabbed my wife by the shoulders and helped her back to the shower. I doubted it would do anything, but I helped her wash her pussy out. Dante's sperm leaked out of her in great, white gouts. God, how much had he put in her? 726 Afterwards, I grabbed a towel and wrapped Kirstin in it. Her eyes were wide open, scared. I held her tight. I led Kirstin back to bed and laid her down. I kissed her forehead. She was already passing out. I shut the door behind me. 727 Our guests were all still sitting in the living room, naked, around the table. I saw someone had made coffee. I grabbed myself a mug. 728 "We're really sorry," Lauren said. She elbowed Dante and he nodded, absently. 729 "It's fine," I said, "Tonight was... It's fine." 730 "We can go get the morning after pill tomorrow," Gwen said. She smiled shyly. "I mean, I'm going to need it too." 731 Oh fuck. 732 "You mean you're not..." 733 "It's OK," Gwen said, "I told you to do it." 734 "Yes, but." I looked over at Kevin. 735 "It's fine," he said, "That was, ummmm. It was part of the fantasy? Anyway, we're cool. Like she said, she literally told you to do it." 736 "I'll pay for the pill," I said, as if that was some grand gesture. 737 We finished our coffee in silence. Then we slowly got dressed. It was strange, looking around the room for my underwear. Like some weird, awkward scavenger hunt. 738 When we were all clothed, Dante came up to me, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Your Kristin, she is a great fuck. Please let her know, I'm happy to repeat my performance. I have no doubt she will desire to do so." 739 Before my brain could even approve the action, I popped the cocky bastard right in the nose. He dropped to the ground like I'd shot him. I shook my hand out. I wasn't used to punching people. Although, if it was always that satisfying, maybe I ought to be doing it more. 740 I looked around the room at the shocked expressions around me, expecting a full round of angry accusations. Lauren knelt down by her boyfriend and started to help him up. 741 "I'm sorry," I told her, "I don't know what came over me." 742 "It's fine," Lauren said, "Saves me having to pop him one later." 743 The beautiful blonde grabbed Dante by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to his feet. I braced for him to come at me, but instead he covered his face with his hands, blood dripping through his fingers. 744 Lauren led her boyfriend out of the apartment. She began berating him as soon as the door closed behind them. 745 "I hope you don't have one of those for me," Kevin said, now eyeing me nervously. 746 "We're cool," I said. 747 "If that's the case, I don't suppose you'd mind us staying the night?" Kevin asked, then quickly backpedaled. "By ourselves, I mean. Sorry. Gwen and I are both too drunk to drive." 748 I had no way of putting it -- no words exist to explain -- why I was pissed at Dante for plowing my wife but perfectly OK with Kevin having done the same deed. Truly, I'm not sure I can clarify it to myself. 749 So, instead, I told him it was no problem and setup the guest bed for the both of them. The young couple passed out soon after, surrounded by our shelves full of board games. I found Kirstin still sleeping in the bedroom and I joined her. 750 The next morning, we all ate breakfast together in awkward silence. After, Gwen and Kirstin went together to get the morning after pill. It was kind of a weird bonding experience for them, apparently. Then, finally, we said our goodbyes. 751 As soon as Gwen and Kevin left, Kirstin and I had a huge blowout. Worst argument I've ever had in my life. I'm surprised nobody called the cops, honestly. We spent the next couple days taking turns sleeping somewhere else. 752 Ironically, it was Lauren who stepped in to save us both. I wasn't there, but Kirstin told me after that the blonde woman sat her down and basically read her the riot act. 753 "Jacob's really special and if you don't take him back, I will," Lauren told her. 754 "What?" Kirstin asked, shocked. They were both at some outdoor cafe, acting like this was a nice chat instead of an intensive intervention. "I thought you didn't like Jacob." 755 "You're the one that did this, and you know it," Lauren said, arms folded. "I've seen my own marriage fall apart. Trust me when I tell you, the two of you have something special. So stop fucking around with it." 756 After that, Kirstin came home, and we had a long heart-to-heart. We admitted we'd both done stupid things to hurt each other. If she'd spoken of her regrets, if I'd admitted my frustrations, we both would have been able to avoid the whole mess. 757 The worst part though was confessing one more truth to each other. Despite everything around what had happened, we both had enjoyed it. Not just the sex with other people, I think that went without saying. But Kirstin admitted that what had really turned her on was watching me give it to Lauren and Gwen better than either had ever had. And I conceded that seeing my girl cum hard, even if it wasn't with me, was the hottest thing I'd seen all night. 758 So it was that we agreed on two things. One, that we would communicate more clearly from now on. Even if it was scary. Especially if it was. And, two, that we wanted to keep trying stuff. At least for a little while. Sometimes it's good for a marriage to get a little uncomfortable, as long as everyone is OK with it. Besides, what's the point of letting the genie out of the bottle if you don't make a couple wishes? 759 About a week later, Kevin came and talked to me in my office. It was uncomfortable at first, but we settled into our usual friendship. That weekend, in one of the weirdest group outings of my life, both our wives took pregnancy tests that came back negative and then we all went to dinner as a foursome to celebrate. At the end of the evening, Gwen kissed me goodnight right on the lips. Kirstin grabbed Kevin's ass. But we went home to our own apartments. It was fun, breaking boundaries in a very acceptable, safe way. 760 Two weeks after that, Kirstin told me that Lauren had dumped Dante. 761 "They're done," my wife said over dinner. We'd bought a completely new table after the 'event' as we called it. But it was still being shipped, so we were eating over stack tables in the living room. 762 "He was such an ass," Kirstin said. I gave her a calculating look. "A sexy ass, but still." 763 I laughed. 764 "Anyway, Lauren keeps insisting that she gets to date you, now." 765 "I'm taken," I said. 766 "She says she's going to look into cloning you," Kirstin said. 767 "That will not end well for anyone," I said. 768 "It's nice, right?" Kirstin said, "Being the center of attention?" 769 "Sometimes," I said, "But mostly I just like being with you." 770 My wife got her IUD a few weeks later and our sex lives finally got back to something like normal. I'm still on the SSRI, but I've started to see it as a good thing. I know Kirstin isn't complaining about my chemically enhanced stamina. 771 And, with everything back to normal, we've decided to reinstate one more tradition. Next week, we'll be hosting boardgame night at the apartment. Kirstin, Kevin, Gwen, and Lauren will all be there. I don't think it's going to be a full-on orgy, but then, I can't say we're going to be completely chaste, either. No matter what goes on, I'm looking forward to a fun evening. 772 Speaking of which, we're going to be short a sixth player. Want to join? 773 https://www.literotica.com/s/the-private-party ADULTS ONLY: The following story contains sexual content and descriptions. If you are under 18, or if you live in a community where the reading of such material is illegal, please do not continue. 775 * * * * * 776 The invitation arrived with the mail on Tuesday. At first Beth dismissed it, thinking it was another credit card offer. But just as the attractive young housewife was about to toss the envelope in the trash, something about it caught her attention -- there was no stamp. The expensive black envelope also had no return address; it simply was a glossy black envelope with an embossed gold label reading: 'Mr. & Mrs. Robert West. . .Confidential'. 777 Now curious, Beth put the other mail down and carefully opened the thick flap and removed the heavy gold-embossed card. She turned it over looking for any signs of familiarity or recognition about the sender before she slowly read the cursive message: 778 'You have been recommended by a close, but anonymous, personal acquaintance to receive this invitation to attend a very exclusive private party. The occasion cannot be discussed at this time. . .except to assure you that any concern or reservation you may have about the legitimacy of this greeting is unwarranted. This is no gimmick or advertisement. Similarly, any and all expectations you might have about the evening will surely be exceeded. In many respects, this invitation represents the most intimate of opportunities for you as husband and wife. The party will be held the First Day of May at 8:00 p.m. sharp. Dress is semiformal. Due to the exclusive nature of this invitation, your immediate attention is critical. Please RSVP to the phone number below at your earliest convenience. You will be given additional details at that time. I look forward to the pleasure of your company. Regards, Your Host' 779 How mysterious, Beth thought. She turned the card over again a few times trying to find any clues about its origin, but there was nothing. Finally she sighed and put the invitation aside with the intention of discussing it with her husband when he arrived home from work. 780 Bob and Beth West enjoyed a typical, upper middle-class lifestyle in the suburbs. Both in their thirties, the couple was attractive and outgoing. Beth enjoyed her role as full-time homemaker and mother of two beautiful daughters. Bob's career as an investment advisor was just starting to take off. And while the family was not wealthy yet, they were certainly very comfortable in their handsome, upscale home in a quiet neighborhood with many families of similar background. 781 The Wests were friendly and fairly social; but since the girls came along, Bob and Beth remained at home with their kids more often than not -- only occasionally going out with a small circle of friends. . .or a rare husband and wife date. In fact, life had settled into a sort of vanilla-flavored routine without much variation. It's not something that Beth or Bob really noticed or even minded. But, every once-in-a-while, both entertained secret fleeting thoughts that perhaps it would be nice to spice things up a little. 782 Even in the bedroom the relationship was normal and satisfactory for the married couple. They made love regularly -- usually on the weekends -- and they both shared devotion and affection for each other. There had never been any major problems or obstacles in the marriage, so there had never been any reason for either to consider infidelity. Still, if you were to ask Bob and Beth to be honest and direct, both would admit that something was missing in their lives -- something that neither of them could really identify or explain. 783 "I have no clue what this is about," Bob said as he looked over the invitation that evening. "Probably some sales or real estate trap. . .or maybe one of those Amway things. But, no postmark or return address, huh? That's strange." 784 "I know. . ." Beth agreed. "It was in the mailbox with the other mail, though. You think somebody hand-delivered it?" 785 "Probably. . .I dunno. What do you think? Guess it wouldn't hurt to at least call and find out what the deal is. I'd like to find out who sent it." 786 Beth had been thinking about the card on and off all day. The possibility that the invitation was legitimate had certainly crossed her mind; and, quite honestly, the idea was exciting. It had been ages since they'd attended a real party. An elegant, "exclusive" gathering they could dress up for might be just what the doctor ordered. "Sure, might as well see what it's about. . ." she finally said. 787 Bob dialed the number and a deep male voice immediately answered, "Yes. . .?" 788 "This is Bob West. . .I received an invitation in my mailbox for a party, and. . ." 789 "Yes, of course Mr. West," the voice cut him off. "Thank you for your quick response. We sincerely hope you and your wife do not have any conflicts that evening. May I confirm your attendance?" 790 "Hold up!" Bob shot back, slightly annoyed. "I have a few questions. What is all this about? Who are you and how did you get my name? You should know up front that we are not interested in any sales pitches or time-share opportunities. . ." 791 "I assure you, Mr. West, that the festivities have absolutely nothing to do with sales or marketing. In fact, nothing will be required of you other than your presence. The pleasure of your company is all that is expected. This is a very exclusive party that you and your wife have been specifically recommended for and invited to attend. You should feel privileged. I'm confident you will thoroughly enjoy the evening." 792 "Who are you and who recommended us?" 793 "I'm afraid that information is confidential, to protect the valued privacy of our guests. I can only say that it is someone you trust." 794 "I don't like surprises. . ." Bob said sharply. "This all sounds a little strange." 795 "I understand your trepidation, Mr. West. Please understand that you have nothing to be concerned about. This will be a most enjoyable evening for both or you. . .perhaps the most unique and entertaining experience you will ever have. Now, may I confirm your reservation?" 796 "Hang on a sec. . ." Bob placed his hand over the mouthpiece and looked over at his wife who had been listening carefully to his side of the conversation. "He says it's all legit and that we'll have a great time. But he won't say who he is or why we were picked to go. I dunno. . .what do you think?" 797 "Sounds kind of creepy. . .but also sort of intriguing, you know? I guess we could always leave if it's bogus," Beth said thoughtfully. "What do we have to lose?" 798 Bob considered it for a moment, then uncovered the phone. "Yeah, OK, we'll RSVP. But this better not be a put on. When is it again?" 799 "May the First at 8 p.m. And may I congratulate you both on your decision. Drinks and dinner will be served, followed by entertainment. Please be prompt. As the invitation suggests, the dress is semiformal. Do you have something to take down the location?" 800 "Yeah. . .hang on. OK, go ahead." 801 "The address is 1591 Peacock Way. Are you familiar with the area?" 802 Bob immediately recognized a very affluent section of their community. He did have several acquaintances and clients who lived there. "All right, I know where that is." 803 "Good. When you arrive, you will be asked for a password. This is simply to insure privacy and to prevent admittance to any uninvited guests. The password is 'Royal'. Please do not share the information -- the password or the address -- with anyone. Is this completely understood and agreeable to you?" 804 "Yes. . .I think so," Bob answered -- a million thoughts swirling in his head. He was still suspicious. 805 "Fine," said the voice. "You will be pleased you attended. You and your wife will have a wonderful experience. Again, we look forward to the pleasure of your company. Good evening." The line went dead. 806 Bob and Beth discussed the strange events for a long time. Bob was still fairly convinced that the whole thing was some kind of scam. While Beth shared her husband's hesitancy, she also allowed herself to privately think about the excitement of a lavish night out. It sounded fun and exotic, and she was already making plans to shop for a new outfit. 807 Everyday life took over and the couple all but forgot about the party. Beth did manage to schedule a babysitter and slip out one day to buy a slinky cocktail dress and a few accessories. When the day finally arrived, the young housewife splurged on a full make over at an upscale spa and salon. She emerged feeling refreshed and pretty -- her hair and makeup were styled to perfection and she felt exhilarated about the evening to come. 808 Bob had been doing some half-hearted investigation about the party, trying to discover anything about who had sent the invitation or which of their friends had recommended them. But he was drawing a blank; nobody knew about it, and finally he resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to find out what was going on when he got there. 809 Later that evening, Beth stood in front of a full-length mirror getting ready. She had picked up some new under things at Victoria's Secret -- a black satin thong-panty and bra set -- which she admired on her petite, trim body. Beth was indeed a beauty: 5'4" with raven-colored hair cut in a cute page-boy style with soft curls turned under at the ends to frame her pretty face. Tonight her hair was swept up behind her ears to her favorite antique comb clip, then cascading down in a fall past her slender neck to her shoulders. Her eyes were smoldering green and fiery. At 34, Beth kept herself in fantastic shape with lots of exercise and a sensible diet. She had fresh, soft features that made her face look much younger than her years -- almost girlish; yet her figure was alluring and womanly with high, firm breasts that strained against the encasement of the shiny bra. Her stomach was flat and tight, and her naturally olive skin glowed with an almost perpetual tan. 810 Bob came into the bedroom from the shower and couldn't help feeling like a lucky man. He lustfully admired his wife's gorgeous features as she dressed -- gazing at the twin globes of her taut, round bottom just as she slid her tiny black dress down and over her hips. The dress was tastefully short and showed off her silky-smooth legs with no need for pantyhose. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled seductively. "You like?" 811 "Yeah. . .something new?" 812 "Oh. . .just some old rag I found," she giggled. "Not too expensive." 813 "Right. . ." he snickered, knowing very well his wife's expensive taste. "Well, you'd look fabulous in Goodwill stuff." 814 "Sir. . .flattery will get you everywhere!" she laughed as she completed her outfit with a short little sequined black jacket. 815 After giving the babysitter some final instructions, Bob and Beth headed out to find the address. Soon they were winding through the lush landscaping and manicured lawns of the city's most exclusive area. The gates and walls got higher and the impressive homes got bigger the farther they traveled up Peacock Way. Finally they found 1591. The sun was setting as they turned through a magnificent iron gate onto a long paved driveway. Slowly they passed the immense grounds of the estate with giant trees, football- field-sized lawns, and almost every kind of flowers, hedges, and shrubbery imaginable. 816 At the end of the driveway was a truly astonishing house that almost looked like a hotel. The architecture was superb. Outdoor spotlights were already casting a soft glow to the giant structure, and a monstrous chandelier hung inside a mammoth archway that served as the entrance. A large fountain was positioned directly in front of the house, and there was a circular gravel drive around the fountain forming the parking area. Several expensive cars were already positioned there and a uniformed parking valet waited for Bob and Beth to stop in front of him. "I've seen better. . ." Bob joked, but the couple couldn't help being impressed by the residence. 817 After giving the keys to the courteous attendant, Bob and his wife made their way up the long walkway to the gigantic front door. Before they could knock, the door swung open and a handsome young man wearing what looked to like a butler's uniform greeted them with a pleasant smile. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs.'W', may I have the password please?" 818 Beth and Bob were shocked that this stranger seemed to know them. . .at least by their initial. Bob stared straight into the man's deep blue eyes as if to size him up for a moment. "Royal," he finally said firmly. 819 "Very good. . .thank you. Please follow me." The man led them into the house and down a long, dimly lit corridor. The Wests followed close behind -- gazing at the many fine and expensive furnishings and decor of the mansion. At last they came to a large room that was obviously the library. Each of the walls were stacked from the floor to the high ceiling with a myriad of books neatly arranged in tall oak shelves. Spread throughout the center of the room were groupings of overstuffed leather chairs and couches for lounging and reading. It was quite a comfortable and inviting room. 820 Several couples were already mingling and chatting softly. A small staff of waiters served cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. Bob immediately scanned the gathering to see if he recognized anyone. All of the guests looked very similar in age; they all seemed to be in their mid-thirties, married, attractive, and well-off. There were three or four couples. . .then Bob suddenly spotted someone he knew; it was Dan -- a stockbroker friend he often played racquetball with. Dan saw him too and waved with a smile. 821 But before Bob and Beth could move over to their friend, the butler was in front of them again holding two jewelry boxes. "A gift from your host. Please put these on and wear them throughout the evening. It is like an identification badge. One of the house rules asks guests not to refer to each other by their given names, but instead to use only initials. . .for privacy. I trust you will respect this simple request." 822 Again something strange and mysterious. Bob and Beth glanced at each other questioningly as they opened the boxes. Inside were golden medallions engraved with the initials of their first names: 'B'. The finely-crafted disks were attached to satin ribbons to hang around the neck. Bob's ribbon was purple and Beth's was pink. They put the pendants on and made their way toward Dan, or 'D' as his medallion identified him. 823 "Welcome, welcome!" he exclaimed, smiling broadly. "I'm so glad you could make it. I've been looking forward to this for a long time." D gave both of them a warm hug. "You remember my wife, 'M'. . ." 824 The couples exchanged greetings and hugs. "What's this all about?" Bob finally asked. "Who's house is this?" 825 "I'm afraid I can't tell you, buddy. . ." D said, "But you and your wife are in for one helluva great time tonight. You don't have any idea how hard it is to even be considered for one of these things. I had to pull some serious strings." 826 "Thanks, I guess. But damn. . .I have so many questions. Who are these people? Bob asked, still confused. "And why is everybody so protective of their privacy? I mean, this only using people's initials thing is a little bizarre." 827 "Trust me," D chuckled. "All your questions will be answered soon. In the meantime, just relax and enjoy yourselves. Get to know the other guests. Amazing place, huh? You have to admit this is probably not what you were expecting." 828 "We didn't know what to expect. . ." Beth piped up. "But I certainly agree with you. This place is amazing." 829 "You haven't seen anything yet! Enjoy yourselves. . .we'll keep an eye out for you." D grinned and his wife winked at Bob as the couple moved off to visit with some of the other guests. 830 Bob watched them go, secretly enjoying the way Dan's wife looked in her shiny gold dress. Truth be known, Bob had always considered Mandy to be a "looker"; she was taller than Beth, probably 5-7, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be teasing him whenever they spoke. M had a fantastic figure with big, full breasts and a shapely ass that undulated seductively in her tight gown as she moved away. Bob watched her go until Beth noticed where he was gazing and punched him playfully on the shoulder. 831 There were only two other couples in the room. Soon Bob and Beth met and visited briefly with both. 'S' was a big, ruggedly- handsome man who looked like a former football player. Rock- solid from head to toe, he shook Bob's hand firmly then surprised Beth by taking her small hand in his huge paw and kissing it lightly. His hazel eyes stared deep into hers as he smiled warmly. Beth liked his friendly, relaxed manner instantly and couldn't help fixing her gaze on him as he introduced his wife, 'T', a lovely, tall redhead. Bob and T chatted for a few minutes, while S turned his attention back to Beth. 832 "So, this is your first time here, huh? I'm so glad you came," S said smoothly; everything about him seemed to smile at Beth. She liked the way the soft tan-lines around his eyes wrinkled slightly when he laughed. There was a slight touch of grey at the sides of his full head of sandy-colored hair, but it just made him look that much more distinguished and attractive, Beth thought. He really was a good looking man. 833 "Yes, we are still kind of trying to figure out how we got here," she answered. "It's all kind of mysterious, isn't it? Do you know the hosts?" 834 S laughed with delight. "I'm not sure any of us really know each other very well. We've been to one or two of these parties, but, like you said. . .it's all rather mysterious. That's what makes it all so exciting. Don't you agree?" 835 "I suppose, yes, I guess it is kind of exciting. I'm looking forward to finding out what else will happen," Beth admitted. 836 "So am I. . ." said S softly, gazing at her again in a way that almost made her knees weak. 837 The other couple was 'J' and 'V', a black husband and wife. Like the others at the party they looked like they were in their thirties and very attractive -- almost exotic looking. Bob and Beth soon discovered that it was this couple's first time here too -- and they were as mystified as the Wests. J, the husband, was also very solidly built and fairly tall -- perhaps 6'5". Bob thought he must be a former athlete as well. J's wife, V, was voluptuous in every sense of the word. She wore a beautiful multi-colored dress made from a gauzy material that almost looked like scarves tied together; it accentuated her generous curves extremely well, and she caught the eye of every man in the room as she moved gracefully about. 838 After about 30 minutes -- when the couples had a chance to introduce themselves and sample some of the excellent champagne and appetizers -- a man Beth and Bob had not seen before stepped quietly into the library. He was large, muscular, completely bald, and he was wearing a uniform similar to the butler who had met them at the door. The man moved to the middle of the small group and rang a little bell to get their attention. 839 "Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of your host, may I offer you warmest greetings and appreciation for attending the party. My name is Mr. Kensington. I have been asked to represent the owner of the estate who sends his deepest regret that he is not able to join you personally tonight. But I have been instructed to extend to you, his dear guests, every courtesy and to provide for your every need while you are with us. Some of you are here for the first time. To you in particular we extend our warmest greetings and sincere wish that you will enjoy a most memorable evening. 840 In a few moments dinner will be served in the dining room next door. Afterwards, some very special entertainment has been arranged for you in the ballroom. Prior to that, however, I will have some additional information and instructions to share with you. As you enjoy dinner, please remember to respect the request to use only the initials on your medallions as you visit with and refer to one another. Thank you for your cooperation. And now, ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served. . ." 841 Chapter 2.2 They were ushered into a spacious and ornate dining room where the large table was already set with the first course of a feast that included a vast array of delicious and incredible dishes served by an attentive and courteous staff. The group was seated by their initials at reserved places that separated spouses from each other in order to allow the couples to mix more freely and continue to become acquainted. Beth and Bob were almost at opposite ends of the massive table, but they caught each other's eye occasionally and silently acknowledged that the food and the company were completely enjoyable. Beth was secretly thrilled that she had been seated next to 'S'; the handsome broad-shouldered man chatted and laughed with her throughout the meal -- making her feel almost as giddy as a schoolgirl. 843 As they were finishing a delicious dessert, Mr. Kensington appeared at the head of the table and rang his bell again. "I trust that you have enjoyed your meal. Has everything been satisfactory?" Everyone around the table glanced at each other smiling and nodding with approval; the meal was indeed excellent. 844 "Fine. . ." Kensington continued, "Now, as I mentioned earlier, I have some additional instructions to share with you before we present the evening's entertainment. Those of you who are first- time guests will want to pay particular attention. You will be escorted into the ballroom where you will be seated together as husband and wife couples. When the entertainment begins, you will kindly stay in your assigned seats until the chime sounds. Ladies, when you hear the chime, please move to the next seating area to your left. . .then continue to move to your left to the next area each time the chime sounds. Gentlemen, please remain seated where you are throughout the performance. 845 For our new guests, the purpose of this rotating method of seating is to encourage you to become better acquainted with one another. Hopefully you have all had the chance to become familiar enough to enjoy the company of whomever you happen to be seated with. 846 You will likely find the entertainment stimulating. Feel free to react naturally to what you will see and hear. However, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, please do not hesitate to excuse yourself and leave the room. We would also ask that you respect unconditionally the wishes or the concerns of the other guests. No one shall be required to participate in anything against their will. Is this clearly understood?" 847 Again the couples looked around at each other and nodded, but this time not quite so enthusiastically. Bob and Beth glanced nervously at each other, as did 'J' and 'V'. They all had similar thoughts about the strange nature of these instructions -- especially the idea of "stimulating" entertainment and the possibility that someone may be "uncomfortable" with what was going to happen. All this, coupled with the protected identity of the guests and the mystery surrounding their absent host, made this all seem very surreal. But the other couples who had been there before seemed comfortable with what was happening, so the two "new" couples shrugged and nodded slightly in agreement. 848 "Very good," Kensington smiled with satisfaction. "Now, if you will follow me to the ballroom." 849 They made their way down the hallway they had entered through and came to a large set of double doors that opened into a modest-sized room that really looked nothing like a ballroom. The room was furnished and decorated splendidly, like the rest of the mansion, but instead of the expected wooden dance floor there was thick, luxurious wall-to-wall carpet. Soft music was playing from unseen speakers somewhere, and an amazing assortment of candles flickered everywhere -- providing the only light and casting interesting shadows on every surface. 850 In the center of the room was a circular platform or stage -- perhaps two-feet high and ten-feet across -- surrounded floor to ceiling by a closed black velvet curtain. The couples were seated with their mates in four comfortable black-leather love seats positioned closely around the stage in exact North, South, East, and West points facing the curtain. 851 When everyone was seated, Kensington stepped back to the doorway and rang his bell one more time. "Ladies and gentlemen, please remember the instructions I gave to you earlier. And now, honored guests, we present for your enjoyment. . .The Newlyweds." 852 As Kensington stepped back through the doors and closed them behind him, the volume of the pleasant classical music increased and the curtain began to rise. Spotlights rigged above the stage faded up and brightly revealed a king-size bed. As the curtain continued to move upward they saw a pair of shiny black shoes -- then tuxedo trousers -- and finally a young man seated in a chair by the bed. When the curtain stopped rising the group could also see a lovely young woman seated with her legs curled under her on the bed; she was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress and veil. 853 The newlywed couple was young -- perhaps 19 or 20 -- and they were radiant. He was extremely fit and handsome with dazzling blue eyes, stylish blonde hair, tan complexion, and an eager, confident smile. Each of the women in the room felt immediately attracted to him. 854 The bride was just as fresh and alluring. Her long dark hair hung almost to her waist and it contrasted vividly with the brightness of her gown. She reached up and pulled the veil back over her head to reveal the face of an angel -- bright eyes flashing with excitement; full, pouting red lips framing perfect teeth; high cheek bones and cute little dimples flushed with excitement. She gazed longingly at her new husband as her generous, swelling breasts rose and fell noticeably within the confines of her lacy bodice. 855 As the party guests watched with fascination, the young girl moved gracefully off the bed and stood before the groom. Slowly she began to move her hips back and forth to the music as she took off the veil completely and tossed it on the bed. Then she removed her long white gloves slowly, one at a time, to start what was the beginning of an obvious strip tease. While she continued to sway her shapely hips, she reached back and grasped the zipper of her dress; unhooking it, she turned her back to her new husband and teasingly drew it down. 856 The young man slumped down in his chair slightly -- still grinning from ear to ear. A noticeable bulge was growing in the front of his pants; again something none of the women in the room failed to notice. He watched in a happy daze as the pretty bride continued to dance and strip. 857 Soon the top of her dress was down around her slender waist revealing the sexy white lingerie underneath. With a giggle, she pushed the dress the rest of the way down and stepped out of it along with several layers of petticoat slips. Now the lovely young girl was dressed only in a shiny white camisole -- showing off her enticing cleavage, high-cut satin panties with the dark triangle shadow of her trim bush clearly visible beneath, and a matching lace garter holding up her sleek white stockings. 858 Still dancing seductively, the bride kicked off her shoes and moved closer to the young man. While he watched her every move, she slowly sank to her knees between his now wide-spread legs. Smiling up at him, she reached out with her dainty hand and ran it up along his thigh until she brushed against the now straining erection in his pants. Everyone in the room held their breath as she traced the outline of his impressive manhood with her fingers -- gripping and milking it lightly. A soft groan escaped the back of his throat. 859 Beth sat watching as if hypnotized. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the provocative scene right in front of her. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this. Of course she and Bob both had seen to some pretty steamy soft core movies on cable TV, but certainly nothing that compared to the raw emotion of watching two people being intimate with each other in front of a live audience. 860 Beth didn't know how to react. Her conservative religious upbringing should make her feel guilty and offended by what she was watching, but she knew that wasn't the case. She held her husband's hand tightly -- squeezing it in involuntary response to each exciting tingle that shot through her aroused body. Yes, that was it. . .more than anything else, Beth realized she was highly aroused by what she was seeing. She was already beginning to feel damp between her legs, and she crossed and uncrossed her soft thighs -- pressing them together in a reflexive effort to intensify the electrifying pleasure she was feeling. 861 Bob was having a hard time too -- literally. His cock was trying to break free from the confines of his underwear and trousers. With all of the suspicions he had about this party, he certainly hadn't expected anything like this. He sensed his wife fidgeting next to him as he watched the beautiful young bride on stage slowly unzipping the groom's fly. Both Bob and Beth shuddered when the girl reached into the opening and withdrew the young man's naked, throbbing penis. It was a huge fleshy column in her tiny fist. The purple helmet-shaped head seemed to be swollen and glistening in the intense lights. 862 Slowly the bride began to pump up and down on his shaft. The young man groaned in appreciation -- throwing his head back and closing his eyes. A contented smile played across his lips. In response, the girl leaned forward and lightly kissed the slick, bulbous head of his engorged cock. Her bright red lipstick left a slight smudge on his meat as she leaned back and licked her lips as if sampling the taste of him. Then, suddenly, the young woman smiled wickedly and plunged down to engulf his solid shaft with her warm, wet mouth. Almost immediately, she began bobbing her head up and down with youthful abandon -- as if she couldn't wait to make him explode. 863 It was almost more than Beth could stand. Her nerve endings were already raw and overheated. She could feel her nipples swelling and scraping against the fabric of her bra, and she kept squeezing her thighs together in an effort to quench the burning sensations between her legs. She watched the girl's loose dark hair flying free as her head bounced up and down on the young man's lap. 864 Without thinking, Beth reached her hand over to grasp her husband's thick, muscular thigh. Bob reacted by placing his hand over hers and urging it to move upward until she felt his pulsing tool in his tented pants. Beth wrapped her fingers around the steel-hard shaft through the cloth and began to rub him urgently. Bob returned the favor by placing his arm around his wife's shoulder and reaching down to cup one of her quivering breasts through her dress. He had no trouble finding the hard point of her sensitive nipple poking out from the fabric. He scraped his fingernail over the turgid nub causing Beth to gasp and arch her back. 865 On stage the newlyweds were continuing their intense foreplay. The bride had succeeded in opening the man's pants completely and had pulled them down his hips slightly while she continued to devour his huge pole with her sweet mouth. His rod was slick and shiny with her saliva, and she looked like she was starving for the taste of his meat. 866 Meanwhile, he had untied the ribbons that held her camisole together at the top. Pushing the satiny material aside, he reached in and helped her creamy breasts spill out into his big hands. She moaned with muffled delight around his cock as he began to massage and knead her soft, jiggling flesh. His thumbs soon found her small pink nipples and he teased them without mercy -- rolling and pulling the sensitive tips between his fingers until she almost squealed. 867 Bob and Beth continued to paw at each other -- getting bolder and more impassioned with each passing moment. They had almost forgotten about the other guests until a chime suddenly sounded in the room. Beth immediately felt panic in the pit of her stomach. Remembering the instructions to move to the next love seat to her left, she couldn't imagine sitting with someone she hardly knew in this condition. "Oh Bob. . ." she whispered, "what should we do?" 868 Bob was having similar thoughts. The "entertainment" had seduced and carried them both away almost to the point of no return. What was expected now. . .for them to calmly continue to watch this wildly carnal display without acting upon the incredible urges they were feeling? Or was that the idea -- to build the couples to a fever pitch of sexual need that would turn the party into a wild orgy. He'd heard about things like this before, but Bob never expected he and his wife to ever be involved. Like Beth, he was confused and overwhelmed. . .that is until he saw 'T' standing expectantly in front of him. 869 "I believe this is where I'm supposed to be now. . ." The tall redhead looked excited and flushed. 870 Bob glanced back at Beth and immediately had wild visions of his wife with another man. He'd never considered it before and he didn't necessarily like the idea, but everything was happening so quickly and his throbbing cock suddenly made the decision for him. "It's OK, Honey. . ." he heard himself say. "We better do what the man said." 871 Beth looked bewildered and a little frightened as she slowly rose to her feet and watched T slide quickly into her seat. Somewhere behind her on the stage she heard moans and deep sighs as she awkwardly moved over to the next seating area where she found their friend, Dan, smiling and relaxed as he watched her approach. 872 "Enjoying the show?" he asked with a strange smile. 873 As Beth nervously took her seat she looked back at the couple on the stage. The bride was now laying on the bed -- the pretty satin camisole had been completely removed and her perfectly shaped breasts, tipped with bright pink points, bounced slightly as she shifted and settled. The young groom was gazing down at her -- still grinning with pure lust -- as he quickly removed his tuxedo and other attire. The young woman licked her lips as she hungrily watched his large erection bob and wave between his muscular thighs. 874 "This is pretty damn hot, isn't it?" Beth heard 'D' whisper beside her. She had intentionally avoided sitting too close to him, but she felt him shifting next to her as they both stared at the stage. "Have you ever seen somebody do it right in front of you like this?" D asked. 875 Beth cleared her throat and whispered back without looking at him, "N...no, never. . .I never imagined. . ." 876 After he had removed his clothing, the attractive groom on stage placed one knee on the bed and reached out to effortlessly pull the scantily clad bride closer to him. Taking his time to tease the girl and his audience, he slowly unhooked and removed her garter and then peeled each of her white stockings down and off her shapely legs. The dark- haired beauty smiled and cooed with pleasure as he hooked his fingers in her skimpy lace panties and began to pull them off. She lifted her hips slightly to assist him and soon she was completely nude and spread wantonly on the bed. 877 Beth's heart was pounding inside her chest and she was having trouble catching her breath. She watched the young man lift the girl's delicate foot and then -- starting at her ankle -- he began to kiss and lick his way up her leg until he reached her tender inner thigh. . .just inches away from her soft, wet opening. Beth could feel her own warm juices soaking her tiny panties, and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs -- causing the hem of her short black dress to ride up higher and higher. 878 Seated next to the increasingly impassioned housewife, Dan Sullivan, or 'D', was no longer watching the performance on stage. He knew he had limited time before the chime sounded again and he wanted to make the most of the opportunity. This is what he had been waiting for -- the reason he had made careful arrangements to have Bob and Beth West invited to the party. For quite some time Dan had secretly dreamed of seducing his friend Bob's innocent and comely wife. Now was the time to make his move. 879 At the same time a few feet away, Beth's husband, Bob, was getting his own lessons in the art of seduction. 'T', the statuesque and tantalizing redhead, wasted little time in cuddling up against her attractive new friend. As they sat together watching the newlywed couple pleasure each other, Bob felt another man's wife softly breathing into his ear as she whispered, "Oh, this makes me feel so naughty. . .would you mind if I played. . .just a little?" 880 Bob jerked suddenly as he felt her hand grasp his and place it on her warm, soft thigh. She purred softly and spread her legs slightly -- pushing his hand higher until it slid under her dress. Instinctively Bob massaged her smooth tender flesh with his fingers. As he moved his hand higher, he could feel the warmth building and she parted her thighs wider to give him better access. Soon his middle fingertip brushed against the downy softness of her pubic hair and then the puffy flesh of her vaginal lips. She was not wearing panties. T moaned quietly next to him -- encouraging him to continue probing. 881 Somewhere in his foggy brain Bob had a fleeting thought that what he was doing was wrong. But before he could process the idea any further, the lovely redhead unzipped his fly and reached inside to grasp his throbbing manhood. The touch of her cool skin on his burning shaft caused him to groan and thrust his hips forward. All thoughts of turning back quickly vanished. 882 Beth stared trance-like at the erotic sight before her. The young groom on the stage now had the bride's legs spread wide and bent at the knee. Tossing her thick mane of hair from side to side, she panted and groaned as her lover lapped and swirled his tongue into the tight slit of her vagina while her hips pumped rhythmically against his hungry mouth. 883 Dan had moved closer to Beth and gazed down at the lovely sight of her naked thighs squeezing together tightly and then relaxing repeatedly. Her dress had ridden up high enough that he could almost see the hidden juncture between her legs, but she was wringing her hands together in her lap preventing the dress from rising any higher. Watching her swelling breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, he slowly reached his arm around her shoulder in a careful, casual manner so he wouldn't frighten or alarm her. 884 When she did not object to his advance, Dan lightly placed his hand on her knee -- again watching her closely for any resistance. But Beth was dizzy and almost drunk with desire. She heard the wet slurping sounds and the constant moans from the couple on the stage and she couldn't help imagining -- no, wishing -- that she was the one on the bed tangled in the naked, passionate act with the handsome young groom. She vaguely felt a hand touching and slowly sliding up her leg, but it didn't register in her lust-filled brain until she felt the hem of her dress being tentatively pushed aside. 885 Beth instinctively looked down to see a man's hand lightly stroking her exposed skin. Then, with wide, glazed- over eyes, she dreamily looked up and tried to focus on his face smiling back at her. "Let me help you. . ." she heard him say. Dan shifted even closer to her small frame and reached down to gently take her hands and move them off her lap. While they both watched his movements, he carefully took hold of the bottom of her short dress and gradually lifted the fabric up and folded it back onto her stomach -- completely revealing her wispy black panties. 886 Dan took a deep breath. She was more captivating than he had imagined. The scant fabric did little to hide her feminine charms, and he knew he must have her. . .if not entirely now, then certainly before the night was over. 887 On the other couch Bob leaned back and planted his hands on the cushion to brace himself. He watched the two young lovers on stage trying to send each other over the edge in a frenzied sixty-nine position; but between his outstretched legs, a gorgeous woman he hardly knew knelt in front of him greedily deep-throating his aching cock. Her technique was fantastic as she swirled and stabbed her tongue around the sensitive head each time she lifted her lovely head with the flaming red hair. 888 Chapter 2.3 Bob was in heaven until he remembered Beth. Whipping around to look to his left, his eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open when he saw what was happening. There was his conservative little wife with her dress bunched around her waist and her legs spread wide. Hovering over her was the large form of his friend, Dan, who had his hand buried in her panties -- obviously fingering her furiously. Beth stared straight ahead with unblinking eyes as her pretty mouth gasped for breath. Even several yards away, her husband could hear her pant and whimper helplessly. 890 At first Bob was angry at the sight of his wife so openly engaged in sexual acts with another man. But soon he realized that he had no cause for resentment. After all, he had encouraged her to move to the next chair, and here he was doing the same thing with someone else's wife. No, there was nothing he could do about it now. 891 Electric shocks jolted through Beth's small body as the man above her continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. He had been so smooth in his conquest. Before she even realized what was happening, Dan had first traced the lips of her opening through the scant piece of silk between her legs -- then he moved his hand up and slipped it down inside. Fireworks went off in her head when his fingertip went straight for her erect little clitoris which he teased and stroked until she cried out in pleasure. Then he moved his big fingers lower and found her steamy, wet opening. 892 Dan reached under and silently urged her to raise her tight, round buttocks so he could remove her panties completely. Cool air rushed over her inflamed sex as she leaned back again and waited breathlessly for the thrill of his touch. But it would not happen now. . .The chime sounded again. 893 Somewhere deep in her clouded mind, Beth realized she had been signaled to move to a new location in this surreal version of musical chairs. The man beside her reluctantly removed his hands from her naked skin and helped her rise unsteadily to her feet. "We'll finish this later," he breathed in her ear while he helped straighten her dress; then he gently directed her toward the next couch. 894 On stage the newlywed couple continued their heated act of passion. The dark-haired bride was straddling the virile groom. She arched her back and churned her plump buttocks wildly, plunging herself up and down with frantic need on his thick, shiny pole sliding deep inside her with each thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of their love cries and the soft methodic slapping of flesh meeting flesh. Beth shakily groped her way through the dim light until she saw a dark figure looming. `J' sat watching her approach with bright, narrow eyes like a big cat waiting for its prey. Even slumped in the chair the tall professional athlete was an imposing figure, and the startled housewife stopped short with a shudder. His jacket and shirt were open and parted wide, revealing sleek, lean-cut skin and muscle. But what stopped her was the sight of the long, thick ebony column rising from his open pants and laying hard against his flat stomach. She had never seen a black man like this before. As she gazed at the huge phallus poised and throbbing slightly in front of her, the strong arousal she had felt moments earlier was quickly turning to apprehension. 895 Sensing her hesitancy, J reached his hand out to her. With a calm, low voice he said, "Come, sit with me . . .don't be frightened. Let me please you." Tentatively she allowed him to take her delicate hand and guide her to sit next to him, but she couldn't pull her eyes from the coiled steel monster between his legs. 896 Directly across, on the other side of the platform, Bob was also having his first interracial experience. J's wife, `V', took her place next to Beth's husband. He smiled at her nervously and noticed that she seemed breathless and slightly agitated. Remembering that she was new to all this too, Bob wondered if she and her husband might be having the same crazy mix of emotions that he was feeling. Observing that her gauzy dress and her ornately-styled hair were slightly disheveled, he inquired discreetly, "Are you all right?" 897 She looked him in the eye for the first time and smiled weakly, "Yes . . .I think so. But, Oh my! I certainly didn't expect anything like this. 898 "Neither did we . . ." he agreed, relieved to know that they shared some common ground. "It's all pretty bizarre, isn't it? But at the same time, I don't know when I've ever been so turned on." He almost wished he hadn't said that, but she smiled back at him warmly and he couldn't help being drawn in by her exotic beauty. Laughing softly, she whispered, "So am I . . ." 899 She was also starting to appreciate the pleasing nature and appealing features of this man she was now seated with. His soft eyes and easy smile, together with the strong jaw and handsome build helped fuel the fire that had been kindled by the show on stage, then fanned to smoldering intensity by the suave former football player at her last seat. Recalling how his hands danced over the tingling softness of her large breasts and jutting nipples, she boldly leaned forward and kissed this new man softly . . .allowing her tongue to instantly melt together with his. 900 Bob groaned in response and his hand instinctively reached out to cup one of her soft globes swaying freely beneath the colorful scarf-like material of her dress. Easily brushing the fabric aside, his palm came into contact with the warm, moist skin of her heavy breast and he felt a large, rubbery nipple slip between his fingers. 901 "Mmmm . . .Baby, yes!" V broke the kiss and moaned. She began to kiss and nibble his neck and ear while her hand looked for and easily found his swollen meat still peeking out from his open fly. A sharp jolt went down his spine when she scraped his shaft gently with her long fingernails; then, wrapping her smooth fingers around him completely, she pumped her fist up and down languidly. 902 Meanwhile, V's husband, J, was using all of his willpower to keep from moving too quickly with Beth. The tasty little white woman was obviously nervous being with him, but he could also tell that her fuse had been lit and she only needed some artful persuasion to give herself over to his powerful male allure and to her own need. He knew she was fascinated with his erect cock towering right next to her; although she pretended to watch intently what the couple was doing on stage, he could see her looking at him from the corner of her eye. He finally leaned over and whispered, "You've never seen one this big before, have you?" 903 "Never . . ." came the almost choked reply. Realizing she could no longer avoid him, she tentatively turned and gazed directly at his massive tool. "I had no idea that a man could be that large . . ." Her voice sounded almost like a little girl's to him. She looked like a little girl next to his giant frame. 904 "It's OK," he told her softly. "Go ahead, touch it . . .I know you want to. I want to feel you touch me too." 905 She did want to touch him . . .desperately. She had to know what the smooth black skin felt like in her hand. She was drawn to it like a magnet; so hard and thick with rigid veins everywhere and the deep purple helmet looking fierce and menacing. Yes, she had to touch it she thought. She cautiously reached out and lightly ran her fingertips over the velvety smoothness of it, feeling the ridges and the swollen tissue; it was so warm, almost hot to the touch, and it jumped and twitched slightly in her hand. 906 "Damn . . ." he moaned. "You're touch feels like a feather on my cock." She smiled shyly and grew bolder with his encouragement. Grasping him more firmly, she tried to encircle his entire girth, but her tiny fingers could not completely close around him. As she started to rub and milk him slowly, he decided it was time to get in the game too. 907 Hovering over her, he reached a long arm out and gently pulled her closer. While she continued to play with her new toy, he reached around and took hold of her small jacket, silently encouraging her to let him remove it. Beth stopped stroking him long enough to let the big man pull the garment past her shoulders and then slip it over her arms and off. 908 With her jacket gone, J had a better view of that creamy cleavage he had been admiring since he saw her. Although she was a petite woman, he could tell she had amazing breasts. He wasted no time in brushing his large hand up her side, lightly feeling the ridges of her rib cage, until he found the plump firmness of her tit flesh straining against the confines of her dress and flimsy bra. Her sensitive nipples were erect and poking through the fabric and he could easily feel the hard little point scraping against the smooth skin of his palm as he cupped and kneaded her. 909 Beth closed her eyes and let a little moan escape her throat. Sharp, hot electric sensations shot through her chest and down into her loins as he teased her breasts. While she continued to stroke and pull at his throbbing meat with one hand, the other reached for and found his huge dark testicles bouncing gently below. She lightly massaged and squeezed him there, feeling the heat of his molten seed churning deep inside. 910 J found the zipper at the back of her black evening dress and felt it glide down easily with a slight tug. He caressed the silky-soft skin of her exposed back and slid lower until he grazed the strap of her bra; with practiced skill, he unhooked it with a flick of his wrist and she felt the release of pressure against her swollen mounds. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she helped him lower the top of the dress until it dropped down almost completely - snagging briefly on her hardened nipples. They both looked down as he reached out and pulled on the fabric. With tantalizing patience, he first uncovered her puffy pink areolas . . .then the twin points of her turgid buttons aching for attention. 911 Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she quickly pulled her arms through the sleeves and allowed the dress to fall to her waist while she reached up and pulled his head down to her breasts. Not needing a further invitation, J slid off the love seat and kneeled in front of the overheated young woman. As she lay back and gasped, he took handfuls of her milky white flesh and rubbed his rough thumbs over her burning nipples. Beth threw her head back and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as she thrust her chest toward him. She parted her thighs slightly to allow him access to her body, and he leaned forward and took advantage, lowering his mouth and flicking her inflamed little rosebuds with his long tongue. 912 "Ohhhh...uhhhh! Yes . . .right there!" She panted. Her hand dropped automatically to find and grasp his rigid tool again. In direct response to the maddening sensations he was giving her with his mouth, she frantically rubbed his straining cock. The more he licked and sucked at her sweet breasts, the faster she pumped her tiny fist, making him grunt and shudder. 913 But he had to taste more, so he moved lower and kissed his way down to the top of her fallen dress. Tossing the bra aside, he scooted back on his haunches, reluctantly causing her to loose her grip on him. She whimpered slightly, but he reached down and firmly tugged at the rumpled dress until it slid down her torso and past her stomach . . .nearly to the secret juncture between her legs, but her grinding hips stopped his progress. Continuing his teasing game, he leaned down again and kissed the smooth, heaving surface of her belly until he could feel little wisps of hair tickling the tip of his nose. He was close enough that he could smell the musky scent of her flowing nectar. 914 Almost delirious with desire, Beth's hips began to hump up and off the couch. This was what J had been waiting for. The next time she lifted up with a jerky spasm, he quickly hooked the dress and slid it down and off her slim hips - then he leaned back and pulled it the rest of the way down her writhing legs and off. Now she was naked and splayed out before his hungry eyes. He couldn't believe how enticing she was - her hard, firm body looked almost virginal - with flawless caramel-colored skin glowing with sexual heat. Gazing lower, there was her flowering sex, obviously moist and framed by a slight tuft of neatly trimmed dark hair. 915 No longer able to contain himself, he pressed her tender thighs apart and lowered his greedy mouth to her steamy opening. Beth's eyes flew open when she felt him taste her there. She fought to momentarily regain her senses. "No. . . Please, don't do that!" she begged. Beth always considered oral sex dirty and perverse. Her husband tried to get her to do it when they first explored each other sexually, but she convinced him that she was not interested. After a time he simply gave up and she was relieved. 916 But this was not her husband; it was a tall black man she did not know, and he did not want to hear her reasoning or argument. J knew he had this remarkable beauty on the verge of ecstasy, and he was not going to turn back now. Parting her slick outer lips with his fingers, he speared his tongue with skilled accuracy at the center of her most sensitive spot and he began to flick and lap at her relentlessly. 917 "Oh, God..Unnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Beth cried out helplessly. Her small body bucked and jerked out of control while the big man held her tight against his mouth with his strong hands. Her legs flew out wide - kicking and flailing until they at last got hooked up around his broad shoulders. Immediately she felt the first shuddering waves of climax building; she knew she was lost and gave up to it. 918 The groom was huffing and sweating as he took the bride from behind. Her head was lowered and her long, dark tresses flipped back and forth each time he pounded into her. But Bob couldn't care less about what was happening on the stage. He was laying on his back, nude, with the loveliest black woman he had ever seen kneeling over him, sensuously dragging her slippery vaginal lips over and back against his aching-hard penis. She smiled down at him wickedly, fully aware that her sweet torture was driving him mad with lust. Her pendulous breasts swayed and brushed against his chest with each movement. "You want me, don't you?" she teased. 919 Unable to stand it any longer, he grunted and thrust his hips up and forward, hitting the mark on the first attempt. The mushroom-shaped head of his manhood easily slid inside her well-lubricated tunnel; the warm, moist walls instantly gripped and squeezed against his sensitive glans. Above him, V moaned out her pleasure and pushed back, seeking eagerly to complete the joining. First rising up, then sinking back against him, she could feel his thick rod gliding up and in. . . farther with each downward shift until their pubic areas ground together. 920 This was V's first experience with another man since her marriage too, and she was surprised at how quickly she'd been carried away by the illicit urges she felt. Her husband was a great lover, but now all she could think of was this strange man's cock buried to the hilt in her twitching vagina. She needed friction and release, so she leaned back and balanced her hands on his chest to steady herself. She began to rock up and down on him, picking up speed gradually and reveling in the delicious feelings spreading like liquid fire through her feverish body. 921 Bob met her thrusts and pushed back. His cock felt like it was coated in warm butter. He vaguely heard her gasp and pant above him each time he stabbed up into her. Grasping her flexing thighs for leverage, he slammed his hips up to meet each of her quickening down-strokes. He raised his knees and planted his feet, lifting both of their bodies high off the leather cushion each time they crashed together. Soon he could feel the familiar boiling sensation rising up from somewhere deep within, signaling his impending eruption. 922 Wanting her to explode with him, he reached between them and found her rigid clitoris. Wetting his fingers with her juices, he started to rub against her in a way that matched their furious rhythm. "Come with me!" he hissed. . .urging her to go off. "I'm almost there . . ." 923 "Uhgh.....yes.....yes....I can feel it!!!!! she grimaced between hard strokes. "Oh, baby . . .yeah.....I'm coming! You're making me come!!!!!" 924 The white-hot seed rocketed through his shaft and sprayed out in forceful spurts, but she could not feel the warmth of it spreading inside her. V was too far lost in the throes of her own climax to notice. Great shudders of pleasure racked her body and she held her breath for fear that the next convulsion between her legs might cause her to black out. Neither of them had ever experienced anything before with such raw animal intensity. 925 Beth was recovering from her own mind-shattering orgasm and climbing rapidly toward another when the chime sounded again. 'J' was still lapping hungrily between her wide-spread legs, hoping to beat the clock and plant his giant member in the willing little housewife, but he knew he had run out of time now. 926 All modesty gone, Beth allowed him to help her up and stood naked except for her high heeled shoes and her medallion. Something in her woozy brain triggered and she remembered who was waiting at her next stop, causing a tremble of anticipation. She wordlessly thanked the gentle black man she had been with by reaching down and softly running her hand along his impressive length one last time. Then, taking her rumpled dress and dragging it behind her, she moved off to the rendezvous she had been secretly looking forward to. 927 'S' stood waiting for her. He too had shed his clothing and she nearly swooned when she took in the sight of him. Everything about the huge man was appealing to her -- his warm smile first, then the incredible eyes that seemed to pierce right into her heart. Built like a granite statue, his massive shoulders, arms, and chest tapered down to a flat, hard stomach ripped with solid muscle. And there was his cock, erect and perfectly shaped. Not freakishly big, but large enough to satisfy any woman; it stood up proud against the chiseled abdomen. Below, his powerful legs looked like tree trunks supporting his solid frame. 928 Dropping her dress, Beth rushed to his waiting arms. Without a word they melded together in a passionate kiss that made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up and tingle. She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her belly -- throbbing gently with his rapid pulse. Gasping for breath, she broke the kiss and pulled his ear to her mouth. "Oh, I've been waiting for this," she whispered. "Please . . .I need you inside me. Now...please hurry!" 929 Reaching between her legs, 'S' dipped a fingertip into her swollen lips. His digit was instantly coated with her warm, sweet honey. "Yes, you are ready for me," he smiled. "Well, I've learned to never keep a lady waiting . . ." 930 He gently turned her around and wrapped his massive arms about her, pressing himself against her back. Sliding his hands down, he found and caressed her quivering breasts as he slowly guided her to the love seat. Beth allowed him to position her so that she was kneeling on the leather cushion with her arms clinging over the back, facing away from him. His strong hands urged her legs apart and he moved up behind her. At first she could feel his body heat against her skin, then she felt the blunt rounded shaft of his organ moving and rubbing between the soft cheeks of her buttocks. He moved back and forth like that for a few moments, sending chills through her already frazzled nerves. "Please . . .don't tease me," she whimpered. 931 Finally he grasped his cock and aimed down until he found her soggy opening. He brushed the thick head around briefly to cover it with her slick juices, then he pushed forward slightly and felt the tip catch and move through the snug ring at her entrance. He was amazed at how tight she was, even after all this prolonged stimulation. Hearing a dreamy sigh of approval, he grasped her hips and pressed forward again, this time sliding almost half way inside 932 Chapter 2.4 Oh....yessssss. . ." she hissed. "It feels so good, put it in!" 934 The big former football player granted her wish. First he pulled out until just the head of his rod was poised at the opening, then he jerked his mighty hips forward in one smooth stroke, impaling her completely. Beth's eyes rolled back in her head and she cried out with unbridled rapture; her hands gripped the back of the chair tightly as she felt him immediately begin to move in and out with slow, smooth thrusts. 935 It was better than she could have imagined. Every muscle and tissue in her small body strained to accept and meet his powerful, but controlled movements. She could feel his heavy balls softly smacking against her backside each time he pushed against her, and soon they were rocking together. . .gradually building the tempo. She discovered that, if she leaned back and arched her pelvis at just the right angle, his swollen shaft would rake against her hypersensitive clitoris occasionally, causing sharp tremors of pure pleasure. 936 From his position a few feet away, Bob West watched his lovely wife being fucked by another man for the first time. Her head was thrown back and her arms and hands clutched desperately at the furniture she was braced against. The large man behind her pounded in and out relentlessly, causing little shock waves to ripple through her small body with each impact. Bob was peering around the bare bottom of Dan's wife, Mandy. The pretty blonde held herself high up against his face, encouraging him to lick and nibble at her glistening labia while she gamely worked at reviving his spent male equipment with her mouth. 937 The strange rotation was now complete; all of the couples had sampled each other's spouses. Up on the platform, Mr. Kensington, the imposing butler, reappeared completely nude and joined the newlyweds' erotic performance. The bald man was built like a bull; his hard buttocks flexed and relaxed as the bride sucked him hungrily, her blushing cheeks puffed and hollowed around his girth. Behind her, the handsome young groom looked like he was about to explode. Every muscle strained and the cords in his neck stood out sharply as he jackhammered against the girl. 938 Beth was nearly overcome with the sweet sensations pouring through her every fiber. S reached out to hold and massage her bouncing breasts while he continued to slam into her, filling and emptying her completely with each rapid stroke. Suddenly she was aware of another person standing close in front of her. Trying to focus her blurred vision, she realized it was Dan gazing down at them with lust in his eyes and silently offering his angry-looking cock to her. She knew instantly what he wanted, but again her conservative upbringing made her balk at the thought and she closed her eyes tight and turned her head away. 939 Dan was not to be denied, however. He'd waited too long for this. Gently he placed his hand on her silky hair and turned her pretty face back to him. Beth was gasping and panting for breath and there was no way on earth she could keep her mouth closed. Soon she felt the rubbery tip of his hot tool brushing against her parched lips . . .pushing in past her teeth and gliding across her tongue. The taste was not unpleasant, she realized; slightly salty and almost familiar. Surrendering to the fact that she could not refuse him in this position, she allowed her tongue to swirl tentatively around the spongy hardness. Dan heaved a great sigh and pushed his hips forward slightly, basking in the moist warmth. He smiled with satisfaction when he felt her small, shaking hand reach up to grasp and accept him while her head began to bob slowly, sucking him in deeper with each small thrust. 940 Beth found herself wedged between two strong males - both trying to fill her openings with their swelling erections. Her diminutive body was being assaulted and buffeted by the eager, forceful pumping and prodding, but she felt heavenly. Never before had she felt so sexually alive and in tune with her womanly desires. Every part of her burned with intense excitement and raw passion. She could feel the familiar stirring of another shattering orgasm rolling and crashing through the dam in the deepest part of her soul. Wanting to cry out in pleasure, she could not because her mouth and throat were engrossed in greedily slurping and sucking Dan's engorged cock as it pistoned in and out through her tender lips. 941 Between her legs, Beth sensed that S was nearing his end. Sweating and growling above her, he pushed himself with his great strength against her, deeper and harder . . .faster and faster, until she could feel him touch her very core. Suddenly he slammed his hips forward and roared. A bright light flashed in her head and her insides seemed to burst . . .followed by soothing warmth that washed throughout her ravaged body. 942 Choking and gasping, fighting to breathe, Beth pulled her mouth off Dan who was watching the dramatic crescendo between the conjoined lovers; the vibrations of their release passed through her mouth - stimulating and triggering the eruption he'd been fighting to keep in check until now. The spent, weary housewife instinctively used her hand to continue pumping his shaft, slippery with her saliva. Her efforts were soon rewarded as Dan groaned loudly and sprayed out his hot, milky fluid - blasting it across her slender neck, shoulder, and arm. 943 Beth's husband vaguely watched the orgiastic frenzy unfolding around him. The room was filled with the sound and scent of sex. Everywhere he gazed, naked bodies were tangled together writhing and humping. He'd seen his puritanical little wife take on two men with astonishing abandon until she lay crumpled beneath them, bathed in sensual bliss. At this moment a stunning blonde woman, who happened to be his friend's wife, was leaning over Bob's torso sucking his cock furiously while a demented bald butler named Kensington plowed into her from behind. On the bed in the center of the stage, the tall black man had the young bride's legs wrapped over his shoulders; he pounded into her with his amazingly long penis as his own wife rocked back on forth on the young girl's face. 944 Time seemed to stand still and Bob closed his eyes . . .trying to remember how the hell he got here. 945 EPILOGUE . . . 946 Several days later, Beth West found a glossy black package in her mailbox. Opening it, she discovered a videotape inside simply labeled `The Party' and a small hand-written note attached. A smile played across her lovely red lips as she read: 947 `Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. W. . . 948 Here is a souvenir of our time together for you to watch and enjoy. Looking forward to the pleasure your company at our next gathering. 949 Best regards, Your Host' 950 Beth felt a sudden little shudder pass through her as she skipped up the driveway . . .heading for the VCR. 951 END