Loading...The year was quickly approaching its end. Allison and I, but mostly Allison, had been through quite a whirlwind experience over the past 12 months. She sewed her wild oats where they needed sewing and I entertained my own personal harvesting as well. I fulfilled fantasies through her by the stories she told me and in some cases by my own personal witnessing. She got to venture out and escape on a sexual hiatus.
We both grew immensely from our experiences over the year and it brought us even closer than we were before. As I dressed in my Lucky Jeans and buttoned-down shirt, I thought about how the next year would follow; it was only hours away. I was smiling to myself when Allison came out of her closet in her “skinny jeans” and boots. I made fun of that outfit regularly because it was a trend all the girls were following, but honestly, my wife pulled it off well. She pulled her glitzy glittery blouse over her head, shimmied it side to side to fit it correctly and asked, “what are you all smiley about?”
“Nothing really,” I said. “Just thinking back on the year.”
Smiling too, she said, “quite a ride.”
I laughed so hard I almost slipped off the edge of the bed. “Quite a ride, huh?”
“In a manner of speaking,” she countered, and then laughed so hard she cried.
“Come on, jockey. Let’s get going. The year’s wasting away.”
We busted out the door and into chilly Eve, looking forward to drinking and enjoying the company of our friends. Fifteen minutes later found us pulling into an overly expensive parking lot in an under-developed part of town. The “Old City” was the affectionate name of our destination. I hated being there in the middle of what Knoxville considers the slum and surrounded by drunks and bums and thugs. We quickly got off the street and into the club.
As much as I hated being there, Allison and her girlfriends loved it. The music was loud, the bass pounded, and the drinks flowed. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she and her girls were in the middle of the dance floor, owning it. Allison sent me to the bar, and off she went. I ordered her a vodka tonic, two limes. Her favorite. I surveyed the scene and found her exactly where I knew she would be. I decided not to chance the waste of a good drink and carried it along with my beer back to the table we had sequestered in the back corner of the club. A few booty songs later and she showed back up at the table, sweaty and out of breath.
“This for me?” she asked reaching for the drink.
“You know it,” I responded.
“I hate it you won’t come out there and dance with me,” she teased.
“Not big into the ‘drop it, drop it low’ groove. Besides, I like to watch; you know that. Go. Have fun.”
“I will” was her response as she turned and headed back to the dance floor. Her ass looked really good as she made her way in and out of the crowd. I couldn’t care less about the dinner and drinks and dancing. I couldn’t wait to get her back home. That’s what I was looking forward to. Guaranteed sex.
The night continued like this for the next couple of hours. The girls came to the table when they were thirsty, ordered drinks, increased their levels of intoxication, and quickly returned to the grinding on the floor. In the middle of all that, we ordered and “killed” appetizers, drank shots, and gossiped about anyone and everyone who wasn’t with us. Hell, we might have even gossiped some about the ones that were with us. We were having fun. The night started to take its interesting turn when all the girls came back to the table at once, giggling. I had just sat back down with a fresh beer when Allison sat next to me. The girls seemed to be hovering.
“Where’s Jason?” Robin asked about her husband.
“Bathroom.”
“What about JT?” asked Alli Jo.
“Right here, baby,” he responded slipping up behind his wife.
“When Jason gets back, we have a game we want to play!” exclaimed my wife to everyone. “It’ll be fun, but everyone has to play.”
“What’d I miss?” Jason asked as he slipped into the booth beside Robin.
“Just listen…all of you. Allison, go ahead. Explain to the boys.”
“Well, everyone knows that you are supposed to kiss your wife at midnight on New Years. That’s well and good and we want to kiss you guys too, but we wanted to put a ‘twist’ on the kiss.” We were all in anticipation. She continued, “We have five slips of paper here and each one of them have one of our names on them. You’re each going to draw one of the slips of paper. Whoever’s name you get, you have to kiss them at midnight too.”
I don’t know about the rest of the guys because I was looking at my wife, but I think my jaw might have hit the floor. Allison is adventurous; the previous year proves that, but I never figured she and her girls would come up with something like this, even though I was completely in favor of it.
“We’re girly girls,” she added. “We’ve all talked to each other about how you kiss us, the things you do for us, uh-hum, the things you do TO us! We thought it would be fun to see for ourselves. So??? Start drawing names.” She held out her hands; they held each small slip of paper right in front of our noses. I was waiting for them to bust out laughing and tell us we were dumbasses to think they were serious. We might have all thought the same thing because no one stepped forward to take a slip.
Allison turned towards JT and held her open hands in front of him.
“Here, you start.
JT reached towards Allison’s hands and quickly she closed them. She turned towards all the guys. Here it was, the big release. The “HA HA” on all our semi-erections.
“One thing though,” Allison said. “If you get your wife, you have to put her back. You’re going to kiss her anyway. You have to pick someone besides her.”
Turning back to JT, Allison opened her hands again. Smiling and a little knocked off his senses, JT reached into Allison’s hands and pulled away with a small slip of paper. He opened it and grinned at the rest of us.
“Is it Alli Jo?” asked Carissa.
“No.”
“OK, good. Don’t tell us and don’t tell anyone else either. Wait until midnight and then find who you are supposed to kiss.”
Allison made her way around the table, holding her hands open in front of each one of us guys. I chose fourth. When Jason chose fifth, it was a miracle that no one chose their own wife. We all seemed kind of nervous around each other all of a sudden. The girls quickly slipped away from us and towards the dance floor again. They left us guys in an unbearable quiet, each of us wondering who would be kissing our wives at midnight. It was awkward, to say the least and we had fifteen more minutes of it in front of us. Finally, JT broke the silence with a joke about the seriousness of the girls. We all laughed it off and quickly found ourselves back in silence again. The minutes ticked away…s-l-o-w-l-y.
When the DJ gave the “one minute to midnight” call, it was actually a relief. We all got up from the table and actually started toward the girls. We came to the dance floor as a pack, but realized the girls had scattered about. I guess they didn’t want to make each other nervous or upset. It was just so surreal. I saw Allison and locked eyes with her for a second. She was off to the left of the dance floor, near the emergency door that led to the fire escape. She smiled, knowing that I wasn’t looking for her. I smiled back and gave her a big wink. I then turned my attention to the task at hand. I was searching for a short, skinny brunette that I had called a prude for years. Robin and I had both had our run-ins but had recently found we actually kind of liked each other. I found her with 15 seconds remaining in the countdown and slipped into the booth beside her. She had a nervous smile on her face and I was sure I matched it.
Allison was just getting ready to move from the door to try to make herself more visible to her “mystery kisser” when Jacob grabbed hold of her wrist from the side. The countdown was at “five” when she turned to look up at him. Standing well over six feet, he towered over her five foot seven frame. He wasted no time and bent down to meet her lips before the first stroke. His lips brushed over hers and she could feel strength in his kiss. She tried to reach her hands up to his face, but he held firm on her wrists. He controlled her with his grasp and pulled her up against him. His lips parted slightly and the tip of his tongue brushed over her warm bottom lip. A warm fire built in her belly and she breathed a quick breath. She responded in kind with the tip of her tongue and instantly found herself in a deep open mouth kiss with her best friend’s husband. And she liked it. Letting go of her wrists and giving her some freedom, Jacob noticed Allison was quite a frisky kisser. She continued with her tongue, but also ran her hands around his waist and buried the tips of her fingers inside the band of his jeans. She gave light rubs over his lower back as they kissed. He returned the favor and squeezed her ass playfully.
The whole group seemed to be caught up in the devilish excitement of the “game” and it showed with how long it took for everyone to return to the table. Slowly all five couples returned with Jason and Juli being the last to bless us with their presence.
“Well,” JT started. “I can tell you one thing. Carissa can NOT kiss worth a shit!”
“Fuck you!” she quickly responded with a playful slap.
Roaring laughter followed and we all immediately felt at ease. Another round was ordered and Juli made a toast to the group. The glasses clinked and the mood returned to normal. Casual talk held us for another hour before the first of the group departed. JT and Alli Jo had to get back to relieve their babysitter. Juli and her boyfriend, who I always have a hard time remembering his name, left soon after. The core group remained, me and Allison, Jason and Robin, and Jacob and Carissa. I was getting ready to order my last beer when Allison spoke.
“So who was it?” she asked.
“I cannot kiss and tell,” I said.
“Come on…I’m gonna find out anyway. Tell me. We know who Carissa kissed!”
“He’s the one who can’t kiss worth shit,” Carissa added. “Fucker!”
Carissa’s husband, Jacob, burst out laughing. He almost spit his beer. I couldn’t hold it in and laughed so hard I cried. Everyone took the opportunity to tease her again. It was pretty funny.
“I kissed Juli,” Jason said. “She barely kissed me back though,” he said with a shrug.
“And I kissed Allison,” Jacob chimed in between laughs. Ribbing Carissa even more, he followed with, “and she CAN kiss.”
My wife’s cheeks turned bright red. She had been outed by Jacob, even though she knew it would be known anyway. She didn’t expect him to bust it out so loudly though.
“So that leaves Alli Jo or Robin here,” Allison continued. “Hmmm?”
“It was me,” Robin said. “I kissed Scott…or…he kissed me. Whatever,” she said half drunkenly.
I was smiling at her but still not saying a word. Allison took her opening and began to work playfully on Robin.
“Well, which is it? Did you kiss him or did he kiss you?”
Feeling Allison would wear her out unless she gave a good answer, Robin said, “We kissed each other. And it was good too. Soft, and sweet, and…careful. Although you know he’s a good kisser anyway.”
With that, everyone was outed and we got a good idea of who enjoyed their kiss and who didn’t. Honestly, I was pleasantly surprised Robin said what she said about our kiss. On the other hand, I was not at all surprised that Jacob and Allison shared a good kiss. Time quickly ticked away until we were all ready to go. The drinking was done. We needed some Krystals and a good cozy bed. I wasn’t at all sure that sex was going to be in my near future, but I still held out a little hope.
The waitress brought me our bill and I sent it back with our debit card for the damages. When the waitress returned with the card, I opened it up to tip her and to sign the slip. Allison wanted to look at the total too, so she was paying attention when I opened the waiter’s book. Planted on top of our receipt was a business card, completely black except for the outline what appeared to be a dark red “Mardi Gras” type mask in the center of the card. Puzzled, I turned the card over and began to read.
AFTER PARTY PARTY
Cum if you Dare
Invitation Only
1211 Cherokee Blvd, Sequoia Hills
Password: Masked Indian
“What’s that?” Allison asked as she read the card. “Who put that in there?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Looks like we got invited to a party.”
“By who?”
“Not sure about that one either. Weird. Come on, I’m hungry. Let’s get out of here.”
I signed the slip and tossed the card back onto the table. I got up and shook hands with Jacob and Jason, hugged Carissa, and reached out to tell Robin goodbye as well. I knew Jason was watching me, but I hugged her tight anyway and told her that she was a good kisser as well. She smiled and we let go.
Allison hugged her girls and squeezed the guys. She kissed Jacob once more for show and spanked him on the ass as we walked away.
“Yee-haw,” I heard him cheer behind us. It was followed by a quick “ow” and “what?”. Allison and I both laughed out loud as we descended the steps and back out onto the cold street. It was quite dark now and there was a buzz in the air. Actually, it was just my ears ringing from all the noise I had been “listening” to in the club for the last couple hours. Hand in hand, we made our way back to the car and climbed inside. It started quickly and blew cold air all over us when I turned the heater on. It took a few minutes to start to warm us up before we pulled away.
I was headed straight for something to eat. I couldn’t care less where I got the food from. I was just hungry, buzzed hungry. It was 1:30 in the morning and The Strip on campus was still pretty active. I pulled into Krystals, took Allison’s order, and made a bee-line to the register. With my bag full of steaming Krystal burgers, I hopped back into the now scorching car. I handed the bag over to Allison, buckled my seatbelt, and reversed from my parking space. Back straight, I directed the car towards the interstate to take us home.
“Do we have to go home right now?” Allison asked between bites.
“No, I guess not,” I said. “Why? What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Something. Anything. No kids. It’s only 1:30. I’m buzzing.”
“I gotcha, but you have to give me some help. I have to have some kind of idea what you want to do.”
“How about this?” she asked.
“What?” I responded and turned to look at her. “You picked that up? We don’t even know what that is.”
“I know. Let’s find out. Just go by there. Let’s get an idea.”
“Alright, we’ll drive by and take a look.”
I pointed the car past the end of campus and past the entrance ramp to the interstate, searching for some more mischief to get into. I didn’t need the directions on the card. I knew perfectly well where Cherokee Blvd was located. It is the main road in one of Knoxville’s oldest and richest neighborhoods. The length of the boulevard runs parallel to the river, so every house on the boulevard either sits directly on the river or has one hell of a view of it.
We turned into the main entrance to Sequoia Hills through the big stone arches and meandered along the route for a good mile or so. We passed the neighborhood baseball fields and rounded through another turn-about when we came upon a long line of cars. This could have been any party, except that they all pointed to and were in the vicinity of 1211, the address on the card we found with our receipt slip.
Passing the residence on our left, we noticed the whole house was gated. Someone was checking people in at the main walkway. The house itself was draped in darkness. Although lost in the shadows of the trees, we could tell it was enormous against the backdrop of the river. The outline was cast by the reflection of the moon on the water.
“Nice house,” I murmured.
“Huge! Wanna see what’s inside?”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Let’s be ‘adventurous’ one more time.”
“OK, but if anything weird happens, we’re outa there.”
“Deal.”
We pulled in behind a Saab about halfway over the next hill. It was a good walk back to the entrance where we saw the shadow checking credentials. We made it briskly. The early morning hours were getting colder by the second. Allison and I rounded a BMW and approached the gate.
“May I help you sir? This is a private party,” came a deep voice from inside the gate.
“We have an invitation,” I answered confidently.
“Sir, are you in possession of a card with a password on it?”
“I am.”
“May I have the password please?”
“Masked Indian,” I replied.
The gate squeaked open and we stepped inside.
“Please follow the walk up to the front door. Knock once and repeat the password for admittance.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, but he was already backing into the shadows.
Arm in arm, Allison and I made our way to the door. It was heavy, dark wood with what appeared to be ornamental steel protruding from it. Head height, there was a small pane of glass, blacked out, further stoking our curiosity about what lay beyond.
“I wanna do it,” Allison said reaching out and giving a loud hard knock. “Masked Indian,” she called to the door.
The heavy door quietly opened, allowing us the first glimpse of what lay beyond. Nothing. Darkness, except faint candlelight in the distance that gave no true light to what was in front of us.
“Ma’am. Sir. This way please,” came a request from our right.
We stepped through a curtain into a small foyer. The man with the voice took our coats and hung them in the closet. He asked for Allison’s purse as well, our cell phones, and any other electronic device that may “take pictures.” He promised safe keeping and we were still buzzed, so we handed them over with no questions asked. He then handed each of us a “masquerade” type mask and asked us to wear this for the duration of our stay. We agreed and put the masks on. The man then told us we were free to move about the house as we chose and then left us promptly. This was all so “Eyes Wide Shut” to me. It was creepy, but exciting at the same time. I got that sense from Allison too as she took my arm and pulled me past another curtain and into the main living area of the house.
Entering the living room, we left all the stuffiness of the “gatekeepers” behind. My “Eyes Wide Shut” thoughts went out the door. There were no rituals going on. No one was dressed in a black cloak with a hood pulled up. The lights were dimmed, but not dark enough to be eerie. There was a large table in the middle of the room covered with “finger foods.” Beer and wine were on ice in a large chest at the end of the table. Champagne glasses and “Happy New Year’s” coozies were arranged neatly around the trays of food. It was a nice spread.
Allison and I, wanting to keep the buzz going, grabbed a couple glasses and filled them with champagne, dry for her and sweet for me. We moved around the table, sampling a few bites and met at a large bay window overlooking the back yard. One story below and outside was a brilliantly lighted pool. No one was swimming, of course, but the water radiated and begged someone to jump in. I guessed the temptation to the guests would increase with the amount of drinks consumed. To the side of the pool was an enormous hot tub. Flanked on all sides of the hot tub were people in various levels of undress. Some women were completely nude. Some sat in panties only. Some were fully clothed. The men were “dressed” the same, some with and some without clothing. They all seemed to be drinking and having a good time. A few couples or maybe they weren’t couples were making out and fooling around, but there was nothing too shocking going on. We watched for a minute and then decided to check out some more of the house.
Off the right side of the living room where we entered was a large study. A brilliant fire was glowing in the corner. We found more of the same types of people in this room. There was some serious making out going on between one couple on the oversized sofa. They were doing their best to shove their tongues into each other’s mouths. He was fondling her exposed nipple and she was busy trying to pull his cock out of his pants. Seven or eight other people sat quietly, watching this couple. It was erotic in a way. Allison and I joined the other groups and watched for a minute. The girl finally released him from his zipper and broke away from the kiss. She quickly dove between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him for only a few minutes before he came in her mouth. She slowly pulled away from his tip and swallowed his cum into her belly. She licked her lips, getting every bit of his semen into her mouth. She had a big smile on her face. I kept thinking that I was watching a porno right in front of my face. Some of the other couples, surely turned on by their voyeurism, began to make out as well. Grunts and groans and wet bodily noises began to fill the room. Allison and I weren’t ready for that, so we left the room through the side door.
We exited the study and found ourselves in a smaller den. A plasma TV hung on the wall. A porno movie played in Hi-Def in front of us. Some girl was getting railed by a guy with what appeared to be a python between his legs. Normally, a porno is something that would interest me, but when you have just seen one right in front of you, TV just doesn’t do it justice. Allison and I continued on, leaving the HD moaning and groaning behind us. Back into the living room, we refilled our glasses, only this time I took a beer.
“You guys finding everything you need?” a strong male voice asked from behind me.
I turned quickly on my heel to face him. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” I said laughing at the same time.
“Sorry about that. Just noticed you guys just kind of wandering around. First time?”
“Yeah. Don’t even know what we’re doing here. Honestly, don’t even know how we got the card to come to here in the first place.”
“We invited you,” he said half turning and pointing to the girl on his left. “Kimmie noticed your wife dancing in the Old City. We had one last ‘invite card’ and decided we’d slip it to you. We were wondering if you’d show or not. By the way, I’m Ray,” he said extending his hand.
“Scott. Allison,” I said pointing to my wife. “Nice to meet you. So, is this your party?”
“Nah, we actually got invited just like you about two years ago. Now we get regular invites and since we’ve been to a few of these, the host gives us a couple cards to hand out to people we think we’d like to see.”
“Like to see, huh? Swingers?” I asked.
“Not exactly. Not us anyway. Not that we haven’t switched, but it isn’t a ‘lifestyle’ for us. More of an event from time to time. Now, there are some full-on swingers here, don’t get me wrong, but there is definitely a mix of groupings. Piece of advice? Don’t be shy. If someone gets you uncomfortable, tell them. Everyone here works hard to keep everything comfortable.”
“Thanks for the advice,” added Allison. “So, we’ve seen a few things so far, but nothing that really interested us I guess. Not that it wasn’t interesting, but…”
“I know what you mean,” Kimmie said trying to keep that comfort level going, even in conversation. “We were actually just getting ready to go up to the loft to check out the game. That might interest you.”
“What game?” I asked.
“Truth or dare, I guess, but an adult version for sure. Mostly dare. There’s always at least one game going on. It’s an easy ice breaker for most people. Want to check it out with us?”
Allison turned toward me, not to ask me if I wanted to go, but to let me know with her eyes that she did. “Sure,” I said. “Let’s see what the game is all about.”
We left the food and drinks behind and maneuvered among various couples making out into the “back hallway” of the house. At the end of the hallway was a circular staircase, leading up the next level. Allison and I let Ray and Kimmie lead the way. At the top of the stairs lay another hallway, exactly parallel to the one below it. Two doors flanked the left side and one sat to the right. Both of the doors on the left were closed, although there was no doubt that both were occupied by one couple or maybe multiple couples. The tell-tale noises of sex and lust gave that away. The door on the right was a bathroom; nothing of interest lay inside that door. At the end of the hallway was another door, pushed just to the jamb, with a slight crack so anyone on the outside could get an idea of what was going on in there. Our guides pushed the door open in front of us to a chorus of greetings.
“Ray, Kimmie,” someone said. “What took you so long? Thought you’d be here hours ago.”
“We went out for a bit,” remarked Kimmie. Nodding in our direction, she continued, “found us some newbies too. This is Scott and Allison.”
“Well, it looks like you brought us some good ones. I’m Mark,” the man said introducing himself. “We started a while ago, but you’re welcome to join. I have to tell you though that this game doesn’t allow ‘watchers.’ If you want to watch, you have to join. Are you in or out?”
“You know Ray and I are in,” said Kimmie.
She quickly looked our way with questioning eyes. I looked around at the group of eight or ten ‘gamers’ and realized they all looked pretty tame. I caught Allison glimpsing around the room as well. There was an even number of women and men, most looked to be in their 30’s like us. It struck me that they were all pretty good looking too, no one that would ‘repulse’ you if you saw them without clothes on. I suddenly felt a little overmatched or out of place. Allison, always an exhibitionist quickly took the lead for both of us.
“Yeah, we’re in too.
“I guess we are,” I confirmed.
“Great, take a seat next to Tim and Emily. Ray, you and Kimmie pull up next to John at Nicole. We just finished the ‘warm up rounds.’ Just getting ready to get the good cards out. Everyone ready?”
Whether we were ready or not, the game took off anyway. The play was easy to pick up on. Whoever’s turn it was would wait for the “host,” Mark, to choose the top card from a deck in the middle of the circle and then ask “truth or dare.” The person would then decide which route they wanted to go and either the truth or the dare question on the card would be read aloud to the group. The person would then, of course, have to answer the truth question or act on the dare to the group’s enjoyment. The group would then decide whether that person had answered truthfully or whether they had satisfactorily completed the dare. If they did not answer or act to the enjoyment of the group, Mark got to serve them a “punishment.” You could play as long as you wanted and leave at any time, but once you left, you could not come back to the game. Nicole suggested they shut and lock the door now, allowing no disturbances or peekers to the game. The door was closed and locked and the game started to Mark’s left. This offered me and Allison a chance to watch the game unfold.
Mark’s wife, Tiffany, was the first to choose a card. She was bold and chose a dare card right off the bat. She was enthusiastic too as her first dare asked her to suck on the nipples of the closest female to her left. She took off with excitement, almost tackling Nicole and latched on quickly to Nicole’s chest. For a few minutes, Tiffany slipped back and forth between Nicole’s tits, sucking and teasing the nipples with her tongue and lips. When Mark noticed Tiffany wasn’t slowing down, he called the dare complete. The group agreed that Tiffany did indeed complete the dare.
John was next. He also chose a dare and was forced to kiss both males on either side of you. Man, I was glad I didn’t get that dare card. I would have thought hard about leaving the game. John took it in stride and gave a quick peck to Ray and to Mark. The girls razzed him for his quick “kiss,” but Mark quickly voted in favor of moving on. His wife Nicole was next. She chose a truth card. She had to tell which person in the room besides her husband she would most like to fuck. She had to describe in detail what she would do. Nicole chose Ray who was sitting next to her. She went into a long story about sliding her wet body all over him and slipping him in and out of her. It was a quick story, but a good one. No one could argue with her tale. Ray was next.
The next couple dares followed suit with the first two. There was more kissing, quite a bit of fondling, and some toe sucking. Tim got jerked off for 3 minutes by his wife, Emily, and Tiffany got involved again by fingering Kimmie. There was some serious dare action going on in the game and it seemed to me like everyone was hoping for the chance to out-do the previous dare. For the remainder of the game, not a single truth was asked for. It got hot and heavy.
My turn came and went quickly. I was dared to kiss three women with my eyes closed and try to guess who they were. The first and last kisses were pretty good. The second was just OK. I chose Allison correctly, of course, but I guessed wrong on Kimmie and Nicole. Mark said I tried hard and let me off easy. It was Allison’s turn next. I could tell she was nervous because she kept fidgeting with her fingers. She has a bad habit of chewing on the tips of her fingers when she is nervous or angry. I knew she wasn’t mad, so that left nervous. I was happy my turn was over, but I was anticipating what type of question Allison would get. She chose dare as well.
Mark began to read, “The host will choose three players of the opposite sex. You will then have 10 seconds to study each ‘volunteer’s’ cock before being blindfolded. Once blindfolded, you will have to try to “name” each cock using only your mouth.”
“Oohh. I’ve had this one before,” remarked Emily. “This one’s tough.”
Allison looked at me. I gave her a smile and a wink. Mark was already choosing the “volunteers.” He chose himself, Tim, who was still reeling from being jerked off, and Ray, since he invited us to begin with. Allison didn’t seem too sure of what to do. She didn’t want to leave. She liked the sexual energy. She felt put on the spot though. I prodded her to continue.
“Give it a shot. What have you got to lose?” I asked.
“What do I need to do?” she asked.
“Get on your knees,” Mark said bluntly, pulling his pants and boxers to the floor.
Mark approached Allison as she sat up on her knees. He let his cock dangle in front of her face. Nervously, she reached out for it, unsure what to do.
“Allison, don’t get excited there. You can’t touch it yet. Just look.”
Allison looked a little embarrassed, but made up for it with a wicked smile. She licked her lips one good time too, just for show. Tim, half hard already, approached Allison and let her study him as well. Finally, Ray walked up and allowed Allison’s eyes to wander over him as well for his 10 seconds. When Ray stepped away, Emily moved in behind Allison and placed a blindfold over her eyes. She was visibly shaking now, lost in the darkness. Emily spoke softly into Allison’s ear.
“OK, here we go,” she said. “The first one’s approaching.”
Tim stepped up first. His cock was full on hard now. Kimmie took a spot behind Tim and reaching around him, grabbed the base of his cock. She directed it right to Allison’s slightly open lips. Kimmie brushed the tip of his cock back and forth across Allison’s bottom lip, tickling her softly.
“Use your tongue,” Emily instructed. “That’s right,” she continued as Allison tentatively slipped her tongue between her lips and onto the head of Tim’s cock.
Kimmie pushed against the base of Tim’s cock, pushing him firmly against Allison’s lips. She couldn’t avoid the inevitable as Tim slipped into her mouth. She wrapped her lips firmly around his cock and cautiously began to move her head back and forth. Tim tasted slightly salty, his precum dripping from his cock. Allison just started to feel comfortable when Kimmie pulled Tim back and out of her mouth.
As fast as Tim was pulled away from her, Ray was positioned in his place. There was very little teasing this time as Ray’s cock was immediately thrust between her wet lips. Ray’s cock was wider than Tim’s but not as long. Allison had to strain to keep her mouth wide enough so as not to use her teeth. Before she knew it, Ray’s cock was slipping from her mouth.
Finally, the last cock was slipped into her mouth. Allison decided she would really try to help herself out with the guess and really worked hard on sucking and teasing this cock with her tongue. She thought if she could make the “volunteer” make a noise, she would be able to use that information to help her decide who it was. Her plan worked and soon, Mark let out a grunt as Allison sucked repeatedly on his tip. Kimmie realized Allison’s trick and pulled Mark from her mouth. Once everyone was back in place, Emily removed the blindfold from Allison.
“Well?” asked Tiffany. “Can you guess?”
“The last was Mark. I’m sure of that. The first and second are hard. Were hard!” Allison started laughing and everyone joined in. “The first, let’s see…I’ll say Tim. That leaves Ray for second. How’d I do?”
“You got us all correct,” said Mark. “But, you cheated so I’m going to ‘award’ a punishment.”
Allison tried to object, say that getting someone to make noises wasn’t laid out as against the rules. She was immediately out voted and realized she would have to serve a penalty. Mark doled out his “punishment.”
“I am going to allow two of the girls to spank you 10 times.” Looking at the group he asked, “Any volunteers?”
“Me!” cried out Tiffany.
“Me too!” screamed Nicole.
“Alright, Allison, pull down your pants and lay down across your husband’s lap.”
Allison did as she was told. She unbuttoned and unzipped her “skinny jeans” and peeled them down over her hips revealing a pretty pair of white lacy thongs. Without hesitation, she slipped her thumbs against her hips and unwrapped her nakedness. She leaned into my chest and took her position against my lap. Tiffany and Nicole instantly put their hands on her pretty cheeks and worked her ass in circles. They pinched and rubbed and tickled her ass as they went. I could feel Allison’s body completely relaxed against me. That changed with the first whack. The second, third, fourth, and fifth followed successively. Allison’s breathing was a little quicker. Her pretty ass was quickly turning red. Tiffany put her warm hands against Allison’s cheeks again, massaging the sting into her skin.
“We need give her a second,” Tiffany proclaimed. “Look how red her ass is getting.”
“Gorgeous,” said Emily. “That’s a nice ass.”
Tiffany’s hands massaged Allison’s skin; it felt alive under Tiffany’s touch.
“Oh my! Look at this,” she said to the group. “Her little pussy is pretty too.”
“I want to touch it,” said Nicole. “Mark, can I have a pause in the spanking to touch this pretty little pussy?”
“OK Nicole, but remember what happened last time you asked. The game didn’t get back on track for 45 minutes. You can have one minute, and I’m timing you. Then, you have to finish Allison’s remaining spankings.”
“That’s fair enough,” said Nicole.
Nicole slipped her long slender fingers between Allison’s thighs and slowly progressed up the insides of her legs. Allison got nervous again. She found herself involuntarily opening her legs slightly to allow Nicole more room to work. Nicole wasted no time, going directly for Allison’s clit. She tickled it and rubbed smooth circles around it. Allison’s clit jumped straight out against Nicole’s skilled fingers. Nicole stroked her outer lips with her fingers as well, creating large circles around Allison’s pussy. My wife was really breathing heavy now. She also began to whimper with pleasure. Mark checked his watch and began to count.
“Ten, nine, eight…” he counted.
Nicole took advantage of her last few seconds by slipping her finger into Allison’s tight pussy. She tickled the inside of Allison smooth pussy and fingered her for her last five seconds. As Mark called “time,” Nicole drew her wet finger from Allison’s insides. I was amazed. My wife was just fingered right in front of me, lying in my lap, and she seemed to love every second of it. Nicole took her wet finger and slipped it inside her mouth, sucking Allison’s yummy juices from her finger. Tiffany gave Allison three quick swats to her ass and Nicole finished off the remaining two. With her last smack, Nicole bent down and kissed Allison’s ass softly.
“Thank you,” she said.
Allison purred, “thank you!”
Mark proclaimed her free from the punishment and got the game rolling again. It was his turn to choose. Quite thrilled with Allison’s performance, he allowed her to manage the card. Mark chose truth as well.
“The host will choose three people of the opposite sex. Blindfolded, play ‘hide the tip.’ Guess the three individuals correctly using only your cock.”
Mark was blindfolded and told to get on his knees. His cock sprang to attention. Allison pointed silently to the participants she chose. She picked Nicole, winking at her, Emily, and Kimmie. She told Mark she would instruct each girl to get on their hands and knees. She would then take charge by “helping” him into each of the girls. Allison instructed Mark that if he used his hands, he would face punishment. Mark agreed.
“OK…here we go,” Allison said.
Kimmie dropped to her hands and knees, arching her back like a cat taking a long stretch. Ray helped by lifting her skirt up over her ass. He tugged on her black panties and pulled them down to her knees. He gave her a playful swat on her ass and backed away for the action. My wife, no longer shy or nervous, walked right up to Mark and grabbed his cock by the head. She led him that way right up to Kimmie’s ass. Tiffany appeared with a little tube of lube and dropped a dab of it onto Mark’s cock. Allison massaged it into his skin. She guided the tip of his cock right against Kimmie’s now wet pussy. Overwhelmed, Mark made his best effort to thrust into her. Allison whoa’d him back, making him keep the pace she wanted. Slowly, she slipped the tip of his cock into Kimmie’s hole. Kimmie smiled and drooped her head as Mark pierced her. He tried again to go deep, but Allison held fast.
“If you do that again, I’m going to control you by your balls. Got it, mister?” she asked.
“I got it,” he confirmed, smiling.
Allison allowed Mark to make a few small thrusts into Kimmie. She felt it only fair since she got to move her mouth and tongue around the cocks she had to guess. After a minute, Allison pushed Mark back. Emily took Kimmie’s place and not a minute passed before my wife let Mark slip into her. Emily was tighter than Kimmie. I could see it on Mark’s face. He slipped a few inches into and out of her as well, but seconds after Mark started to get into a groove, Allison pulled him away again.
“Aw, fuck!” Mark called out.
“Calm down there, big boy,” Allison teased.
Now, Nicole took Emily’s spot. Nicole looked up into Allison’s face as my wife directed Mark toward her. This time, though, Allison used some of the spit from her mouth to wet some of her fingers on her right hand. They were dripping as Allison slipped them between Nicole’s legs. Allison’s spit mixed with Nicole’s already moist pussy and created a very wet slit. Allison explored Nicole’s lips, tugging at them lightly with her wet fingers. When she had Nicole good and wet, she brought Mark’s tip into her. She let Mark have a little fun this time. Allison wanted Nicole to get into it too before Allison pulled him away. She wanted Nicole to suffer the loss of pleasure as much as she wanted Mark to suffer. She was playing the game, paying them back for their fun during her dare. Mark was really working into her, even only with his tip. He began to sweat and Nicole began to cry out in little sighs. Like an evil witch, Allison quickly snatched the pleasure from both of them, leaving them throbbing and aching without any chance for relief. With a sad look on her face, Nicole crawled back to her spot. Once situated, Tiffany removed the blindfold from Mark. He failed to guess any of them correctly. For punishment, Allison told him he would have to play the remainder of the game naked. He agreed.
The rounds continued, each time with new and exciting dares. Even in the darkened room, everyone began to feel the weight of the approaching day. Mark suggested that everyone write the name of one person, other than themselves, on a piece of paper and fold it up. They would all place their slips of paper into the center of the circle. The slips would be opened and whoever’s name was mentioned most would take the last dare. The papers went around, were folded, dropped into the center, and then opened one by one.
Mark began to call out the names, “Allison…Tiffany…Allison…Emily…Mark…Tiffany…
Mark…Allison…Tiffany. Only one paper left. Allison, you have three and Tiffany, you have three. I have two. Let’s see what the last paper says.”
Mark opened the slip of paper and stared at it, keeping all of us on the edge. He folded the paper back and held it out in front of Allison. She reached out and took it from him. She opened it and read the name aloud, “Allison.”
Everyone seemed honestly happy. They all smiled mischievous smiles. It appeared to me that everyone except me and Allison already knew what the final dare was. Mark soon filled us in on what the final dare was.
“This is the pleasure dare. It is your job to pleasure us. All you need to do is stretch out here on the floor. We’ll do the rest. Like most of the other dares though, you have to wear the blindfold.”
“Hang in there,” Kimmie announced, handing Allison the blindfold.
Allison slipped it on and crawled playfully into the center of the circle. Emily and Tiffany helped her relax in front of everyone. Allison quickly lost her senses once again. She had no idea what to expect; she had no idea who to expect. She had no idea where it, whatever it was, was coming from. She lay still, trying to calm her nerves once more.
Allison right nipple was instantly warm, and wet. A mouth was on her, sucking a pulling at her tit. She tried hard to focus, wanting to determine whether this was one of the girls or one of the guys on her. Knowing how Tiffany had attacked Nicole’s tits earlier, she had a good guess it at least wasn’t her. The tongue teased Allison’s nipple, pulling it taut and erect between teeth. I watched happily as Emily licked and sucked on Allison’s nipple. Pleasure was already building in her chest when her other nipple was taken. This time, it was being sucked on hard. The sensation of the sweet tongue on her right nipple and the hard sucking on her left was intense. She loved it. While the sucking and licking continued, she began to grow moist once more between her legs. She felt soft drips between her lips.
The pleasure in her pussy sky-rocketed the second the tongue darted between her lips and lapped at the sweet juices she was making. This mouth had a scratch chin accompanying it and Allison knew it belonged to one of the guys; she just didn’t know which one. I continued to watch as the players took turns attacking my wife’s body. Emily and Ray were on Allison’s tits while Mark ate her out. Allison’s mouth was wide open, gasping silently with the pleasure. Nicole filled that void, pressing her lips into Allison’s. Nicole kissed passionately, wanting to taste Allison’s tongue. Nicole teased Allison’s face, neck, ears, and lips with soft wet kisses. Allison whimpered again, begging for more.
Things sped up exponentially from this point. Tim lubed his cock up and slipped it into Allison’s right hand. Tiffany pulled her panties to the side and crouched over Allison’s left. John and Kimmie each took one of Allison’s feet and began to massage, tickle, kiss, and lick them. They slipped her toes in and out of their warm mouths. Allison stroked Tim’s cock, continuously teasing the tip with her tight grip. She provided two strong fingers for Tiffany to straddle as well. Allison found it interesting how warm and wet the inside of a pussy was. She’s felt the inside of hers plenty of times, but the newness of being inside someone else’s was exhilarating.
Allison found that it was hard to keep up with all that was going on around her. She noticed that every once in a while, the cock in her hand would change to a pussy or the pussy in her hand would change to a cock. The kissing would stop and be replaced by new lips. The hard sucking on her nipple would change to teasing or rubbing with fingers. She couldn’t tell up from down any longer. Pleasure climbed and fell at the right times. They built and eased like waves. Allison new she was at the mercy of the group now. They could do to her what they wanted.
The sucking on her toes abruptly quit with the tongue licking her slit. The mouths pulled reluctantly from her nipples; that was followed lastly by the lips on her mouth. The cock in her hand and the pussy she was exploring remained. Her mind was swirling with wander, when she felt the pressure. A smooth hard cock was sliding between her wet pussy lips. It wouldn’t stop, she knew, until it was buried inside her. That’s just what happened. Ray thrust himself with one long push deep into Allison’s pussy. He wasted no time picking a consistent pace inside her. He was good, and Allison got vocal.
“Oh fuck. That feels so good. UUmmph. Oh yes. Like that.”
Ray fucked Allison strong, teasing the insides of her over and over again. Kimmie leaned in close to Allison too so she could see her husband’s cock up close, hiding over and over again inside my wife. Kimmie took Allison’s clit between her fingers and began to rub her. She didn’t stop, even after Allison bucked with her first orgasm. She screamed out with pleasure and fought hard against Kimmie’s exploring fingers. She didn’t know if she could take the sensations. She wanted Kimmie to stop, to give her a quick second to let the sensations die. She was just getting ready to call out for that when a cock dove inside her gasping mouth. Mark pushed his warm head into her mouth, controlling the speed for Allison. As the pleasurable pain subsided between her legs, she took over the blow job, moving her mouth and tongue back and forth and all around the big dick in her mouth. She sucked on the tip again, teasing the cock to its max. She licked long swirls up and down the shaft and teased the balls as well. Mark was enjoying himself. I’m sure he felt even better when Nicole joined in and helped Allison suck his dick.
Ray obviously reached the point where he couldn’t go any longer. He thrust inside her one, two, three more times before he began to cum. He pulled out of Allison, just as he unloaded, covering her lips with his hot semen. Kimmie took the liberty to clean Allison up, licking and lapping at the cum that her husband left behind. Kimmie used long flat licks against Allison’s pussy to get every drop of stickiness from her. She savored every drop. Once she cleaned Allison’s pussy, the cock that was in her hand disappeared. Allison barely realized it was gone until it dove to the depths of her pussy. This cock was long. It seemed to take forever to fill her up. Her hips pushed against it, even though she knew she couldn’t take much more. The head pounded again and again against the deepest walls of her little pussy. It rubbed against her cervix with each thrust. The pressure inside her belly was enormous. Tim forced his length into her over and over. Her lips swelled tightly against him and the pleasure tore through her once more. She came with a huge wave that grew from her clit and spread through her hips, into her ass, down to her toes, and into her chest. She felt breathless, like her heart was skipping every other beat. Allison actually began to panic slightly and then the wave crested and it washed her body with small vibrations.
Allison didn’t know if she was playing the dare right, giving everyone pleasure. She thought she was, though she really didn’t care at this point. She was so lost in her own pleasure, there was no way she could focus on anyone else. Tim continued to fuck Allison, past her orgasm and once again into uncharted territories. She felt a throbbing around her mouth and once again tried to focus on that. Just as she got a grip, warm liquid began to splash on her lips and cheek. The taste and texture was something she immediately placed. The cock in her mouth was done, at least for now. It withdrew from her and left a saltiness behind. Allison had no use of her hands, as they were constantly being used to stimulate others. At that time, a warm wet pussy occupied both hands, prodding her fingers to slip in and out of them. They obviously needed to be teased, so Allison focused for a few minutes on that. She played with each clit, slipped long fingers into the supple holes, and smoothed the skin around and between the lips. The pussy on her right hand got so carried away, it slipped off of her hand and up her forearm. Allison’s hand was now firmly grasping a tight little ass. She smacked it a few times, getting a moan of pleasure for her work. I took notice that Emily slipped back into place on Allison’s hand very slowly. She forced Allison’s fingers to rub her between her ass all the way back to her pussy. She stopped briefly as Allison’s fingers were pinned just under her ass. Emily rocked back and forth over Allison’s fingers with her ass, playing with her, begging my wife to tease her.
Allison obliged, straightening a finger just between her ass cheeks. Emily worked her fingers into the right spot and pressed her hips into Allison’s hand. Allison, knowing the base of the dare aimed to please. Emily worked the tip of Allison’s finger into her tight ass, slowly rocking deeper and quicker against Allison’s strong finger. With a long thrust of her hips, Emily opened up and slipped Allison’s finger all the way into her ass. Emily took the pace and fucked Allison’s finger.
Tim was picking up the pace. His thrusts were no longer deep. His face told the tale that he was getting ready to cum. With a loud “OH SHIT, YEAH!!!” he filled Allison’s pussy with cum. He didn’t look like he was going to stop at first, but the orgasm zapped his energy and forced his cock to retreat. He dripped from her little hole, pulling his spent cock from her. Allison was overwhelmed. She was finger-fucking two girls, her tits were being played with once more, and she had cum dripping from her. However, she knew it wasn’t the end. Only three cocks had finished; she knew that left two more. She really was thinking she wasn’t going to make it. Without warning, another cock was in place. It quickly filled her up. John had what I’d consider a normal dick. He wasn’t too big and he wasn’t too small. He was the picture perfect dick. He also didn’t seem to care that Tim’s semen still lingered where he was going. He used Tim’s cum to lube Allison’s pussy and began to claim his turn with the pleasure dare.
For what seemed to me like hours, I had the greatest spot in the world. Screw the circus. I was watching the greatest show on earth. I felt like I was in a Viagra commercial. If you have an erection that lasts more than… That was me. My dick was so hard, I didn’t know what to do with it. I honestly was so turned on by watching Allison that I hadn’t even thought about getting involved. I realized thought that this party was almost over and if I wanted to do more than watch, I was going to have to jump in soon. Just as I had been contemplating what to do, both girls on Allison’s hands erupted in simultaneous orgasms, well orgasms within 10 or 15 seconds of each other. Emily, who was fucking Allison’s finger with her ass, went first. She clinched up as she came, squeezing her legs together and bracing the ground for stability. She shook as the orgasm began to subside. Tiffany, who had been riding Allison’s hand for what seemed like an eternity, introduced another new experience to Allison. It appeared that Tiffany was a “squirter.” When she came, warm liquid escaped from Tiffany’s pussy and covered Allison’s hand and arm. Some of the liquid squirted onto Allison’s chest where the remaining hands rubbed it into her nipples. Both Emily and Tiffany removed themselves from Allison, freeing her hands for the first time since this dare started, hours ago.
Instinctively, Allison reached up and grasped John around his back, holding on to him while he slipped in and out of her. She was amazed that her pussy was still reacting to the cock in her. She wasn’t sure if the feelings would continue to last, but they had and they were continuing. John took control of Allison’s body, moving her whichever way he wanted. He lifted her legs how he wanted, he maneuvered his legs how he wanted, and he controlled the pace how he wanted. Watching John with Allison, I realized this whole deal was close to its end. All of the girls had settled on the floor around Allison, watching her. The men had taken places next to their wives as well. Some of the girls tried hard to get their husbands ready again for them. It worked for some and didn’t work for others. John was working in and out of Allison, slowly working her onto her side when I caught him looking at me. I made eye contact with John and he made a subtle nod towards my wife. I understood instantly.
I made my way to the floor and stretched out next to Allison. John had rolled her sideways, so her back was to me. I caught brief glimpses of his glistening cock sliding in and out of her welcoming pussy. It made me want to cum right then and there. I clinched hard to stop myself from wasting this opportunity and slowly settled back down. Watching Allison’s little ass shake with each thrust was fucking killing me. I loved it. I reached out and felt Allison’s skin for the first time in forever. I ran my fingers up and down her back, over and around her bouncing ass. I slipped my fingers between her legs and rubbed her outer lips as John’s cock slid in and out of her. I could feel it filling her up. It was awesome. I ran my fingers back down her lips and up her crack, getting my fingers as wet as I could get them. I used the juices to wet my dick and then I slipped it between her crack.
Allison instantly knew what was coming and she made a noise that sounded like a gasp, a deep breath, and a concerned “Oh” at the same time. My wife likes anal sex. We don’t do it often, but when we do, she enjoys it. It is the “after anal sex” that makes her reluctant to do it regularly. So, when I get the chance, I try to take it easy on her, not going full speed ahead unless she really gets into it and relaxes. John slowed down his pace until he eventually stopped. Allison was exhausted and took the chance she had to rest. She leaned her head into John and he held her tight. I grabbed her ass with my left hand and pulled her cheeks slightly apart. Usually, Allison guides my cock in, allowing her to control the pace, but she didn’t even make an attempt this time. The head of my cock was slippery and it moved around easily until it found her opening. I pushed slowly into her and I guess that because she was so close to exhaustion, her body relaxed and allowed me to slide right in. I let my cock rest inside her ass without moving, making sure that she was completely relaxed to where I wouldn’t hurt her. John took this opportunity though to begin moving again. With her pussy being worked once more, Allison became more alert. She quickly came around and grasped tight to John again. She opened her tired eyes and stared intently into John’s face. He returned her gaze as he filled her.
John set the pace. I could feel Allison’s pussy filling up and emptying against my cock over and over again. It was an unbelievably weird sensation, but an amazing one just the same. I began to alter my thrusts with John’s, slowly at first but then matching his pace. When he pulled out, I pushed in. When he pushed in, I pulled out. Allison was in ecstasy. I knew she was getting close again. Her body was tensing; sweat was dripping down her back. She was grasping at John’s body with her hands. I lost it faster than I was ready for. Allison’s ass was so tight against my cock, I couldn’t hold it any longer. The tip of my cock felt like it was holding back a hose full of pressure and I had to release it. With a series of throbbing waves, I let loose in her ass. I came deep into her, grasping her hips with both hands. I forced myself as far into her as I could get. My throbbing dick ached a good ache inside her. I was getting ready to pull from her when John stopped me.
“Wait!” he said. “A few more seconds.”
He came too, just after I stopped moving inside Allison. She reached down between her legs and quickly stroked her pussy. Within mere seconds of John’s orgasm, Allison had her own, her third of the night. This one, not as powerful as the last two didn’t cause the convulsions she was used to. However, the tingling in her pussy and ass lasted much longer. For minutes, her pussy felt like a mini vibrator was controlling her sensations. Usually, she ushers me quickly from her ass after anal sex as well. This time, she allowed me to stay inside her until my cock slipped from her on its own. I rolled over, worn out and happy. I felt like I was dreaming. John finally pulled from her, releasing his own flow of semen from her pleased little pussy. Before she let him go though, she grasped his head with both hands and gave him a long, seductive, loving kiss on his lips. She was thanking everyone with that kiss.
In time, cocks disappeared inside boxers and boxers disappeared inside pairs of pants. Titties were covered up with lacy bras that were finally covered up with wrinkled blouses. Sweet pussies, some with little patches of hair, some with none were covered up in multiple colors and multiple fabrics. They too disappeared under skirts and dresses. By the time the door was unlocked and opened, we were all dressed and ready to head home to our beds. We sauntered out together, all of us looking far from the iron-pressed appearances we showed up with. Allison and I didn’t linger. We thanked Ray and Kimmie for the invite and headed for the door. Ray called out one last time before we broke into the sunlight.
“Check your pants pocket. I slipped something in there for you.”
“What?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” he said as he turned back into the house.
Allison and I stepped off the porch, and onto the sidewalk. The sun was in full force, beating down on the yard with an engulfing heat. I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out a small red flash drive. We were both curious about the drive, but were too tired to give it much thought. Later that day, however, after a few hours’ sleep, Allison asked for it. She took the drive and plugged it into her computer. The computer did the work for us and opened a file onto the screen. There were three clickable links in front of us. They were “Invitation,” “Directions,” and “Truth or Dare.” We clicked on them in order. The invitation was just that. We seemed to be part of the group now. Our invitation gave the next date and time of the upcoming party. It was months ahead. Our password for entrance next time would be “Spring Fling-a-Ding.” I started laughing at that. The directions spelled out the place where the next party would be. Ironically, it was in Fox Den, our adjoining neighborhood and the neighborhood where Allison’s parents lived. Odd. The last link brought up her media player and a recording of the entire game we played the night before. Being recorded was a little weird at first, but we quickly came to grips with the fact that everyone else on that video would want to keep this to themselves as well. We stopped worrying. Actually, we watched the video a few times later that week.
Well, that was it. The year ended with a bang and started with a bang. There were new opportunities ahead of us. All we had to do was decide if we wanted to take them…but, that’s another story.