Loading...My wife and I had been going through a bit of a rough spell lately. Karen and I were not having marriage issues, just issues in the bedroom. We needed to spice things up a little bit. I’m not blaming either one of us for these issues in bed; it was just that after a few years, things can get a little routine if you know what I mean.
Luckily, we were both willing and able to talk about this, and work on ways that this could be resolved.
The other day we talked about fantasies, games we could play, and “different” things we had done previously. Naturally, the first fantasy-type thing I had thought of was having sex with two women at the same time. Come on, don’t roll your eyes at me. What normal heterosexual guy has NOT had that thought? Karen wanted me to tell her what I was smiling about, so I told her what was on my mind.
She laughed, then said “Should have known you would say that, that is almost a given response by any man. Of course you know, that also means I get to have an extra guy to join us in bed. It’s only fair, right?”
That stopped me right away. I didn’t think her idea was nearly as cool as having a woman join us. Like she said, it was fair, just not at the top of my list of things to do.
The next thought to pop into my mind was kind of along the same lines, but not quite as involved. I blurted out “Maybe getting strippers for each other is an option. No sex, just dancing and stripping. Maybe some touching or rubbing.”
Karen thought about that for a minute, then asked “So what are our boundaries? How far is too far?”
“I really don’t know, babe. I’ve only thought about it for a minute, and I am not sure how far I would be comfortable going with this. What about you? What is your gut reaction?”
Smiling and staring a hole in the ceiling, she didn’t answer right away. “Yes, I could see this happening.”
Before I could respond, she moved her gaze from the ceiling straight into my eyes, she followed that up with “We should do it tonight. Right now! Call them already!”
It was tempting, but we had an office party to attend that night and needed to get ready to go because we had to be there in about an hour. Taking a quick shower, my mind was still on our chat from just minutes ago, but also realized that this party we were going to would be an easy way to test out our reaction to some ideas.
We pulled into the parking lot of what looked like a small castle, but was really the house of some top exec from my company. Karen held my arm as we walked towards the castle-house, pulling back slightly to slow us down. “So tell me again what this party is all about” she said. “I didn’t really pay much attention when you told me before.”
‘It figures’ I thought, ‘damn selective hearing probably only caught the word ‘party” I continued out loud with “This is for a few people I kind of work with. They are from the San Diego office, and we almost never see them; at the most, one of them will talk to me or email me once every few months. But the management here wanted to make them feel special, so there are some people from every department showing up tonight. We just need to stay long enough for enough people to see me so they know I showed up, then we can bail. It’s an unofficial company function – I’m sure it will be really stupid and we will be ready to leave in about an hour.”
We got to the front door just as I finished, and we put on our happy faces as the door opened to us, with someone from the event staff stood in our way.
“Good evening madam, sir. May I have your name please?”
“Good evening” I replied, “My name is Mark Samuels, and this is my wife Karen.”
He put a check mark by my name on the guest list and stepped aside. Waving his arm in, he announced “Please come in, everyone is gathering in the library, just down the hall to your right.”
We walked in, mouths gaping at the décor. The inside of the house looked just as impressive as the outside. “So this is where all the company profits go!” I whispered to Karen. “It looks nice, but what a waste of money!”
Hearing noises ahead led us to the library. Sure enough, many other people were waiting here, standing around making small talk. Everyone looked about as bored as I’m sure we looked. There were only a handful of people I recognized. Hopefully this wouldn’t take long, this was going to be awkward.
To spare you from the details, most of the night was slow and boring. Dinner was excellent, and everyone was well-behaved. Well, almost everyone. The exceptions were a few people from the San Diego office, and a few local people that I didn’t know. Having an open bar was nice, but it also allowed a few guests to get a bit carried away.
They weren’t bad, they were just kind of loud. Karen and I sat next to a couple of that group, and kind of surprisingly, we were soon getting along quite well. Sam was from the other office, and he told me that he was quitting in three weeks, so he didn’t care if anyone got mad at him. He just had neglected to tell the company about that whole “quitting” part.
Karen and I stayed with them for a while. We might as well since we had to be there anyway, so we may as well enjoy ourselves. We had not planned on drinking anything since we were going to be going so soon, but Sam’s wife Kathy brought us a couple drinks and before we knew it, we had each had three or four drinks. As I realized that, it was obviously too late to drive, so now we had to stay until some alcohol burned out of our symptoms.
Our host, Mr. Bixby, came in and said “There are several of you that are in no shape to drive, so if you want, you can make yourselves comfortable in one of the rooms off this hallway, if not, I can arrange to have you driven home. I have some business to attend to, so please make yourselves at home, I shall be gone the rest of the evening.”
He said some other stuff about how happy he was with all the people in the company, etc, blah blah blah.
Most of the people got up to leave, and through an open door I saw several taxis and towncars to ferry people away. Just as I started to raise my arm to hail a cab, I had a thought. Catching Karen’s eye, I waver her over to me. “We are going to spend the night here. We can have a few more drinks, and we can just go home in the morning without having to worry about driving drunk or coming back for our car in the morning.” Smiling devilishly, I said in a lower voice “Besides, things could ‘interesting’ for us, if you know what I mean.”
Karen’s jaw dropped open a second later as she caught what I meant. She pulled her jaw off the floor and shrugged her shoulders, turning around and walking away. Briefly she paused to look over her shoulder at me, wearing an excited smirk I haven’t seen in years.
Sam walked up beside me asking if we were staying. When I said we were, he paused for a minute then said “Look, this is kind of weird, but we were wondering of you wanted to play some cards with us. There are eight chairs here, but there are only three couples, not counting you. It think it would be nice if you and Karen could come in to even things out.”
“Sure, why not?” I answered right away. I didn’t even stop to think that neither of us were really any good at most card games.
As I seated Karen at the table, I realized that it wasn’t that big of a deal – we were playing for toothpicks. Like I said, we aren’t very good, so we were getting to the end of our toothpick collection when Kathy noticed. “Hey Mark, looks like you could use some help with your ‘cash’ situation there buddy.”
Nodding sheepishly, I said “Ya, I never really was very good at this. Most likely, I will be dropping out in a minute since I’m broke. Well, unless you want to give me another handful of toothpicks from your hand, you’re kickin ass tonight.”
She shook her head slowly. “Sorry honey, it doesn’t work like that. These little pieces of wood actually have value, and you are going to want to have as many as you can get your hands on. Tell you what, we can have a little fun with this. Let’s take a break and count up our winnings.”
Sorting our sticks into piles of tens, I was the first one done, followed quickly by Karen, then another couple that had played as horribly as we had. As the others were still counting, Kathy said “I just thought of something. If you want more of this here pretend money, you have to sell something.”
This was weird. “Wait, excuse me a second, what do you mean ‘sell something’?” I asked.
Sam chimed in for her. “You will see in a minute. OK everyone, listen up! If you are short on toothpick money, or you just want more, please stand up over by that desk.”
Karen and I looked at each other, confused but game for anything. In unspoken agreement, we both got up and walked over. The open bar had lost it’s bartender, but the equipment was still around. I had a feeling more of this liquid party enhancer would come in handy, so I left Karen at the desk to make drinks for us both. Turning back after mixing them, I saw another couple was waiting with Karen at the desk. So, the four of us standing, and four of them sitting.
Before I could ask what was coming next, Sam spoke up. “The four of us sitting here have a few thousand sticks, and the four of you standing want some of them. They aren’t free. So what we will do now is auction them off. You will announce an item of clothing you wish to give up, and those of us sitting here will bid on them. It is completely up to you when you want to sit back down. Mark – you first please.”
Still bug-eyed in shock, my jaw just kind of working itself silently, I had just processed what I had heard. “What the hell” I thought, “why not play along? I will probably never see these people again.” Besides, the other woman at the desk was gorgeous, I wouldn’t mind seeing a few pieces of her clothes go away. I know Karen and I were not Barbi and Ken, but we were still decent looking. I’m not sure where the game was going, if everyone was just touching with their sight, it could be good for all of us. Looking at Karen, we both shrugged a “sure, why not” type of look.
Stepping forward, I said “The first item up for bid is one left shoe, ladies and gentlemen. What do I hear for one left shoe. Do I hear 100? 100 anyone?”
Dead quiet.
“Ok, too high. For one left shoe, who will pay 20? 20 sticks for one shoe?”
Sam raised his hand. “Sure. 20 from me.”
‘Hey, this is easy’ I thought. As I bent down to take my shoe off, I saw Sam stand up to drop a small pile of sticks at my place at the table and walk towards me.
“Hold on a second, there Mr. Mark. I won the auction, I get to do it” Sam said from beside me.
Standing up I just laughed it off. But as Sam knelt down in front of me and took my shoe off, then put it to the side of the desk, I realized that this could get weird later, depending on how far this went, and who was involved..
Sandra, the other girl at the desk was next, and she started her auction with her vest. Soon, there was quite a pile of clothes next to the desk. After selling off everything but my slacks and undershirt, I was ready to continue the game. All of us had made a few hundred sticks, and were not really comfortable going any further. At least we were all still modestly covered.
There had been some good natured kidding around during the auction, and I really didn’t want to go play anymore. After losing for so long, it’s not a ton of fun to keep playing. We made our way back to the card table. With a sigh, I picked up a few sticks and tossed them in the middle of the table.
“Hold on a second, don’t ante up yet.” Kathy said, clearly seeing the lack of excitement from us four. “You sexy auction peoples, it looks like you aren’t having a lot of fun. Is this right?”
Marty (Sandra’s husband) said “Not really, maybe we can play something else? My sticks will only last a few more hands with you card sharks.” He paused while everyone got a good laugh, but looked a bit more serious. “Sandra and I really don’t want to play naked, so maybe we should just call it good where we’re at. I’m already shirt-less, I can’t play much more and stay decent.”
Karen spoke up too. “I am thinking the same thing too. Is there another game we can play? Maybe we can win our clothes back?”
Gerald (the other guy that was buying our clothes) said “Sure, I’ve got an idea. There’s this game I played once at a party. It’s can be really silly, all depends on the mood of the group. I’ll tell you what – lets get you all of your clothes back, and we will split up the toothpicks again. Maybe 25 sticks per person?”
While we were getting dressed and counting toothpicks, he explained further while he rooted through the desk we were auctioning our clothes from. “This game can change somewhat, depending on the mood of the group, but here’s the general way it works. You have to sit like we are now, alternating male and female. You can buy one index card with one toothpick. On this card, you will write down something only you can see, and it has to be either an order, a task, a punishment, or a rule. Then you take that card and put it face-down on the table, mixing it up with all the other cards so no one knows which one was just written. The punishment cards go in a stack off to the side.”
He found a stack of 3×5 index cards in the desk, then put them all in the middle of the table, and dropped a handful of pens next to it.
“And these items can be anything you want, but it must be something that is realistic. To play the game, we go around the table, and the next person picks a card and does whatever it says to do. If you don’t do what the card says, you must draw from the penalty card stack or for one toothpick, but a verbal punishment from someone else at the table. If you don’t obey either the punishment card or the purchased punishment, then everyone at the table decides your punishment. If you don’t obey that one you are out of the game. If you run out of toothpicks, the only way to get more is to have someone buy a verbal punishment from you. And yes, you can buy a new index card and write a new item at any time. So those are the basic rules, and I’m sure we will go over them as we go along. Any changes to the game have to have a 100% vote on them. Any questions? No? OK, let’s go. Marty, you start. But first, let’s buy some cards and get to writing. How about 5 each to start with?”
I had all kinds of ideas, but I thought they were a bit too extreme to try on some people I had just met. Hell, some were too crazy for anyone besides me and my wife! Karen leaned over to me and smirked. She whispered “Remember our talk before we left home tonight? Well I do, and this could be fun.”
With that in mind, I quickly scribbled down some stuff from each of the categories we were given. Tossing my cards on the table at the same time as Karen, we were the last ones done. Gerald’s wife Lucy mixed up the cards while Gerald stacked and shuffled the penalty cards.
Marty made a show about picking the first card, but ended up picking the one closest to him. He read it aloud “Kiss both cheeks of the person to your right.”
The way we were sitting, the men were sitting to the right of their wives. Looking to his right, he found my wife. Karen looked at me. “Hey, the card said he had to do it honey.” Leaning closer she whispered to me “Remember the rules, and we will ravage each other later.”
Turning to her left, she smiled sweetly. “All yours, Mr. Marty. And we WILL assume your card mean the cheeks on my face.”
As everyone laughed at her comment, Marty held her chin in his hand and turned her head slightly. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to one cheek then the other. It was just a quick peck on the cheeks, and nothing for me to be upset about, especially considering what I thought could happen later.
Sandra was next, and she quickly picked hers. Her jaw dropped as she read. “Well. Um, I’m going to have to not obey this card. Bring on the punishment.”
As she picked up the punishment card, Marty read the one she didn’t follow. He laughed. “My wife apparently is not interested in standing in her underwear by the table until her next turn. So what’s your punishment dear?”
She made a face. “Murphy’s Law I guess. My punishment is to finish my drink. Too bad I just made this one.”
She downed it in a few large swallows and made a nasty face. She stood up to make a new one as Gerald drew his first card. He stood up and walked over behind Karen’s chair. She looked up at him curiously. He handed her his card and she smiled broadly. She tossed the card in the discard stack and said “Well get to it then.” Turning to the rest of us she said “Gerald’s card said he as to massage the shoulders of the person three spots to his right for two minutes. I’m going to like this.”
As she smiled at her husband massaging another woman, Lucy drew her card and announced that she now had a rule. Shaking her head, she said “I don’t know if this is going to suck or be awesome. It says that any numbers on any cards must be doubled. Yes, ALL numbers.”
Not a bad rule – this could get dangerous fast!
Sam cleared his throat loudly. “About damn time it got all the way around to me. Let’s see what this one says… Hmm. Well, an order. I have to make new drinks for everyone at the table. Well, be right back.”
Kathy drew her card and her eyes got really big. She looked for her husband, and Sam was still at the bar doing his task. She put her hands in her lap and just sat silently, her bowed slightly.
We were all staring at her, and even I could tell that she had started breathing quickly. Even Sam noticed the instant silence. “Well what is it, babe?”
“I will tell you when you came back and sit down.”
“No, that will take too long, I still have some drinks to make. Just read the card already!”
“Fine. It says that for one round, I need to sit on the lap of the person closest to me.”
Sam just laughed. “So why are you sitting on your chair? I’m over here still working, so that makes Mark the lucky guy. Move it on over, babe. And remember that rule, you have to do two rounds.”
Kathy got up, adjusting her clothes nervously. I moved my chair back to give her room, and she sat on my legs, halfway up my thigh. I thought it was kind of funny, and harmless enough. I think Kathy was just nervous about being so close to me know.
Finally my turn. A little nervous, I took the card right in front of me. This was an easy one. To the group, I read “You must kiss the person to your left for one minute.”
Turning to my wife, I said “See? I knew this was going to be easy! And double the number means I have to kiss you for two minutes. Oh no, poor me! And the card never said where…”
Pulling her head to meet mine, our lips met and eyes closed. I heard Sam come back to the table and I felt the vibration as he smacked her leg. He said “What the hell, Kathy, are you trying to kill the poor guy’s knees by sitting on them? Scoot back already and do it right.”
My heart jumped when I felt Kathy’s weight leave my legs, only to be replaced by her ass landing on my crotch. As I lost myself in Karen’s kiss, my hand grew a mind of it’s own. Moving from the side of her head, I felt down her neck to her chest, stopping on her breast. She gasped as I gently squeezed her breast, feeling her nipple harden under my hand. She laughed softly into my mouth and pulled my hand away, still holding it as our hands dropped to my lap. Well, it almost got there but was stopped by Kathy’s ass in the way.
In seemingly no time at all, I heard a beeping. Someone said “Time’s up, knock off the sucky-face you two.”
We pulled apart, and I leaned back and because conscious of who was on me. I had not even noticed until now that while she was forgotten to me for a minute, my cock had noticed. She was moving ever so slightly, but my cock could feel every move, feeling very snug trapped evenly between her ass cheeks. How lucky of a shot was that? I could only picture that her pussy was directly above my throbbing pole. I made it lift a little bit and was rewarded with an long slow squeeze from her.
Her cheeks flushed, Karen composed herself and drew her card. Making a face, she suddenly laughed. “This is easier than it seems. It says I have to remove one item of clothing. Didn’t say what item.”
She put her card down right in front of her and bent over, reaching for her shoe. As Karen’s head went below the table, Kathy gave me another quick squeeze and leaned forward onto the table. She picked up Karen’s card and put it on the discard stack, then slowly leaned back on me. It was so damn hard to keep a straight face! She was giving me the slowest lap dance ever, and I was doing my best to pretend nothing was happening. It would be obvious once she stood up though.
Tossing her shoe off to the side, Karen said “You’re up again Marty.”
He took his card and leaned back. “Well, looks like I’ll be getting the next punishment card then. No way in hell am I doing stand on the table and do a striptease for two minutes.”
Picking up the card, he started laughing. “This is horrible. Or awesome. Or both, I don’t know!”
Marty stood up and walked away as the rest of us looked confused. Sandra picked up his card and laughed. She just shook her head and put the card away. A minute later, Marty came out of the bathroom to be greeted by our laughter. His punishment was to put his undergarments on the outside of his clothes. His boxers were over his pants, his socks pulled over his shoes, and his t-shirt was on top of his polo shirt.
Holy shit, the way Kathy was laughing she was bouncing up and down on my cock, and I noticed just a little back and forward movement too. Without thinking, I grabbed her hips thinking I would stop her from moving, but I slipped up and only pulled her tighter! Luckily, I got myself composed before my wife caught the look of strain on my face.
Finally, two more rounds passed, and Kathy had to climb off my lap. At once, both Sam and Karen looked at my crotch. There was no hiding how much I was liking Kathy’s ass on me. I cringed, expecting to get in trouble somehow, but when all I heard was laughing, I knew this night was going to go much further, and probably quickly too.
The next several rounds went on like this, with no one getting anything too risque. That changed a bit with Lucy. We must have all had a total of one full drink per round thanks to Sandra’s “double number” rule. As she drew her card, Lucy’s face first showed shock, then she appeared to think about it, then she smiled, seemingly interested. She counted out three places and pointed to me. She stood up and walked over to me, holding our her hand.
Confused, I took her hand and she pulled me to my feet. Putting her finger to her lips to ‘shush’ me, she let me read the card. It said “Take the first person to your left who is of the opposite sex, go into the bathroom, and exchange all clothes. Two minute time limit. You will remain dressed this way the rest of the game.” My jaw dropped as she tossed the card to the table and pulled me to the bathroom. We didn’t even look at the others around the table. A voice started to read the card out loud just before we reached the bathroom.
She stopped halfway into the bathroom, and I closed the door behind us. Just a moment later, I heard a voice from the other side of the door “Your time starts now. Double numbers means you have four minutes.”
Looking at each other, we both just started laughing. “Well this is awkward. We only have a few minutes, we should get to it” I said as I pulled my shirt off.
But that’s as far as I got – my eyes were glued to Lucy as she slowly took her shirt off. She didn’t look at me, but once her shirt came off, she tossed it on the counter, keeping her eyes on the floor. She pulled the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, pulling her bra down around her stomach. Twisting it around so the hooks were in the front, she unlatched it and tossed it on top of her shirt. As she started to unzip her skirt, she paused and looked at me, catching me staring. My eyes were locked on her tits. They were just over my hand size, wonderfully shaped, and clearly all natural.
A surprise “AHHEEEEMMMM” from her broke my concentration. “Hurry up man, time is running out. If you don’t quit drooling over my boobs we will never finish.”
I didn’t know how much time passed, so I stripped down as fast as I could, and it couldn’t have been more than ten seconds before I was standing in front of her stark naked. It was her turn to stare. She had only unzipped her skirt and as I watched, it dropped to the floor. The intense feeling of staring at this woman undressing for me had my cock standing at attention, and it had trapped her eyes. She walked towards me and put both hands on my cock, lightly stroking me, every touch of hers sending lightning bolts of pleasure through me. “Fair is fair” I thought as I reached out to take both breasts in my hands, softly kneading them.
“One minute left!” came through the door, making both of us jump.
Bending over, she guided my cock into her waiting mouth, sucking in only half of my length, bobbing her head quickly up and down. I could feel my throbbing head push against the inside of her cheek. Reaching underneath, my hand latched onto her breast, squeezing her soft flesh, her nipple stuck between two of my fingers, tweaking it as I squeezed.
Shaking my head, I forced myself to push her away. We had to go now. “Stop it, dammit, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we need to get dressed.”
She stood up, wiping off her lips and breathing hard. “Holy shit man, I want more of that cock. I will have more of it before the night is over.”
Handing me her lace panties, she giggled at me. “They are going to look so cute on you, stud.”
Feeling ridiculous, I put on her panties and skirt. I had to pull it higher than she wore it, but it wouldn’t fasten any other way, so the skirt was now halfway up my thighs. This was a first for me, but so was the bra. Lucy didn’t look too bad wearing my stuff, but I made a horrible woman. Finally ready to leave, she headed for the door. I stopped her before she could grab the knob.
Her (my) shirt was untucked, and I knew she had no bra on. Holding onto her hips, I pulled her back to me. My hands made their way up under her shirt, latching on to both beautiful breasts, enjoying one last grope. As I let go of her and straightened my clothes, I said “Now we can go.”
Just as Lucy opened the door, Sam was on the other side, his hand raised like he was just about to knock on the door, saying “Time’s up folks! HOLY CRAP you make a terrible cross-dresser.”
As I walked back into the room, everyone was laughing loudly at my new outfit. Luckily, the embarrassment made my cock shrink down to normal – I did not want to have to explain that just now to Karen and Gerald. I did get a questioning look from Karen, but I mouthed to her “our rules” and she was ok, and went on laughing with the others about how funny I looked with a skirt.
With everyone now recovered from my glamorous entrance, it was now already Karen’s turn again. They had continued to play while we were gone. When I watched her draw the card, I noticed a bunch of new cards had appeared in the stack. Maybe my bathroom trip was an inspiration. She read her card out loud “Choose one person to give you a kiss for 5 minutes.”
She shook her head. “Too easy. I think that’s too tame for me right now. I’m going to refuse this – I want a PUNISH ME card.”
Karen reached for the stack, and read it out loud as her face turned darker and darker red. “OK, this will work. It says ‘Choose one person that is not your spouse – and give that person a lap dance while stripping to your underwear – the dance is for two songs’.” She turned to Sam, pointed at him, and said “Allright Sammy, you are it, mister. This is a little more interesting than just a kiss. Someone turn on some music!”
Winking at me, she walked slowly to Sam, exaggerating her strut. Her hips popping to the side with every step, helping make her boobs bounce constantly the whole way over to him. At first I was jealous but realized that turn-about is fair play. Besides, this kind of thing was most of the reason we were staying the night here.
All eyes were on Karen as she got to work on Sam. I really did not want to watch this. At least not yet. Looking around, I was surprised to see that everyone had changed seats. I was too pre-occupied to see it before, but they had all moved. Everyone was still sitting in the boy-girl-boy-girl rotation, but no one was sitting with their spouses anymore.
My attention turned back to Karen and my jaw dropped to see her already in just her underwear. Less than a minute had passed, but her clothes were already on the floor. She was straddling Sam, grinding her pussy into his crotch, which naturally put her tits right in front of his face. Just to make sure he was enjoying them, her hands were behind his head pulling him tight to her. Hearing a slurping smacking noise coming from their direction, there was no way he wasn’t sucking on the girls already.
She stood back up and turned around, sitting back down quickly. Making eye contact with me, she winked and blew me a kiss. She bent forward, and holding her hands together trapped her breasts between her arms, shaking and wiggling her whole body. It might have been unexpected to her, but I saw the next part coming. The straps of her bra worked their way down off her shoulders, a few inches at a time, but they eventually fell all the way down. Only the material of the cups was holding them up enough to cover her nipples, and only just barely.
Part way through the second song, the other women seemed to get tired of watching her and were losing interest. Karen saw this and left Sam, bouncing her way over to Marty, and danced next to him for a moment before swinging her leg over him, straddling his lap. His eyes lit up as she wiggled her tits in front of his face. Without waiting for an invitation he put his face between her boobs, and his hand soon followed, smothering his face with them.
After grinding on his cock for a moment, she pushed his head back and stood up. Carefully she lifted her leg to move off of him, and a small wet spot was clearly visible on her panties, hidden once again as she spun away from him. She went around the table stopping next at Gerald. Just like with Marty, she sat on his lap. He too reached up, and she moved to cover her boobs, but that wasn’t what he was after. Grabbing the loose shoulder straps of her bra, he pulled down on them and pushed down on her arms.
Karen squealed a little, but did not stop him. She pulled her arms out of the straps and quickly moved her hands back up to cover her breasts. Her fingers slightly spread, the tips of her nipples were still poking out as she massaged her pale white globes.
Done with the same short dance she gave Marty, she got up again. Instead of fixing her bra properly, she just pulled the cups back up to barely cover herself. Dancing around the table again, she came to me, the only guy left. She came up to me and slid a leg across my lap, then stopped. After a quick kiss on my cheek, she stood up and turned her back on me and reached her across Lucy’s lap.
“Karen, what are you doing?” Lucy squealed.
“Just dancing and being dirty” Karen responded.
She stood up again quickly, but turned around. Once again going to Lucy’s lap, she sat on her facing away this time. Karen laid her head back, to the side of Lucy’s, turning to breathe on her neck, and put her arms up around the back of her head. Lucy got a sly smile and reached forward, sliding her hands up and down Karen, caressing her sides and stomach. Slowly her hands inched upwards, covering her bra. She pulled the material down quickly, stopping only when it reached her waist.
Karen’s eyes closed and she moaned softly, barely making any noise above the music. Lucy got a firm hold on Karen’s breasts, pushing them together before tightly pinching her knobby nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
The third song ended, and in the sudden silence Karen realized where she was and looked up sheepishly. “Whoops, I guess it’s time to move.”
Awkwardly, she stood up and fixed her bra, and turned to go back to Sam. As the next song started, she turned back to me and flopped in my lap, hugging me to her. As she bucked her hips into mine, she whispered into my ear. “So is all this what we agreed to do tonight? Am I turning you on? Bet you can’t wait to fuck me now, but you will have to wait.”
I pushed her back and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. My fingers slid between her wet lips and I pushed forward, my middle finger sinking palm-deep inside of her. Curling forward, my fingertip brushed against her g-spot, making her shudder sharply, and produced a quick scream of passion. Pulling her bra to the side, I uncovered just enough to lick her nipple, sucking it in and biting lightly.
Untangling myself from her, I kissed her on the cheek. “I think you are forgetting the person you are supposed to be dancing for.”
Smiling, she got off my lap and gave me a wink as she danced back to Sam. Arms above her head, she shook her hips and wiggled her ass at him, staying just at his knees. When her back was to him, he reached up and with a flick of his wrist had unhooked her bra. With nothing to keep it in place it fell to the ground, but this time she didn’t even try to cover up. She turned to him and playfully slapped his cheek.
He reached forward and took her ass in both his hands and pulled her closer. She sat on him, his hands helping dig her ass into his cock. Just then the song ended, but it took them a moment to recover and stop grinding. She stopped moving and just sat still on him. She reached back and took his hands off of her, laying them on her thighs.
As she stood up, I could now see she was covered in a sheen of sweat and she was breathing deeply from her exertions. Getting back to her seat, she flopped down, no longer concerned with her near nudity like she was before. Her eyes bright, she looked around the table. “I think I may have gone a little too far. Don’t I need a punishment now?”
We all looked at Gerald, I sure couldn’t remember the specific rule for this. He nodded at her. “That’s right, you didn’t follow the card, so everyone has to decide the punishment now. Who has any ideas?”
People shouted out suggestions, and I heard “spanking” repeated several times. Gerald spoke up, “So I have heard spanking the most – does everyone agree on this?”
People nodded and said ‘yes’ all the way around the table. “All right then” Gerald said, “everyone gets to spank her five times, once for every person she danced for that she wasn’t supposed to, and one for neglecting Sam.”
Karen popped up from her chair and turned to Sam. Bending over slight from the waist, she rested her hands on the table. Pointing her ass towards him, she said “If you must, go ahead and start it then…” pretending to be upset about it.
Five quick smacks later, Karen smiled slightly and stood up, going to Lucy and doing the same thing. Each person got their turn, and all around the table, I saw that everyone who wasn’t smacking her ass was staring at her breasts as they bounced every time her ass got hit. She came to me last, and bent over again. Both cheeks were glowing a light cherry red from the swats she had been given.
My five were gentle as I could tell they were starting to hurt her. Going to her chair, she almost sat down before she decided that would be a bad idea. “Maybe I will just stand up for a while until the stinging goes away” she said.
We got a good laugh out of that, and then stopped, looking around at each other. Marty said what everyone was thinking. “Umm, so who is next then? I kind of lost track.”
No one answered, we all just looked a little lost.
Taking the lead, I reached forward and took the nearest card. “OK everyone, time to stand up. The card says we all have to change places at the table.”
We all got up and milled around, and I swore that every guy went past us at least once, walking close enough to grab a feel of Karen’s ass. Maybe the fact that she pointed it at them when they walked by served as an invitation.
Taking an open seat everyone was walking by, I ended up sitting next to Kathy. She saw it was me and announced to the table “After all the attention his wife gave to my husband, I think it’s time we partner up with the people we are sitting next to – now Mark is mine. Everyone else partner up too.”
Kathy was next now, so she took the next card. “This is different” she said, “this rule says that anything one person does, their partner has to do also.”
Gerald took the next card and said “Looks like I’m taking the punishment card – I don’t want to do a table dance.”
Picking up the punishment card, he groaned. “Time for some more skin folks, this one says I need to undress my spouse. But since we have partners now, how does that work?”
Lucy answered quickly. “As your spouse, I don’t wanna get naked, at least not yet, so it’s your partner.”
Sandra and Gerald exchanged glances and she shrugged her shoulders. “Hey, we might as well, we can’t let Karen be the only one showing some skin. Of course you do realize that this means I have to get you all nekkid too, right?”
He responded with a mumbled “I know” as he stood up and offered his hand to her, helping her stand up. She stumbled a bit as she stood, showing us that she was probably a little more hammered than the rest of us. We were all feeling the effects of the liquor as it had been flowing quite easily. I’m sure this was the main reason behind a lot of the not-so-subtle groping action I had seen going on, and was a strong factor in much of the exhibitionist coming out of a few people.
Gerald unbuttoned her shirt, starting slowly because Sandra had issues standing still. He guided her hands to his shoulders, and it helped, she was no longer pushing her body into his hands as he pulled her shirt apart. Of course, I couldn’t help but think that maybe it wasn’t really an accident that she was doing this. Her body language was telling us all how turned on she was at this point.
With a bit of difficulty, he finally got Sandra’s shirt off and tossed it behind her. Her face went red and she tried to cover herself quickly. Looking around, she saw everyone staring, but her eyes lingered on my almost nude wife. Karen smiled real big and motioned with her hands to hurry up. “Well come on girl, I need you to help distract the guys, I can’t be the only one their eyes are enjoying.”
Closing her eyes, Sandra inhaled deeply, held it, and exhaled loudly. She dropped her hands and put them behind her. Swaying slightly, she slurred out “OK, why not. Please continue. Marty, I hope you’re enjoying this, you always did say it turned you on to think about seeing me naked and doing naughty things in front of a bunch of other people.”
As Gerald unfastened her skirt and worked it down her hips, Sam reached up to her back and uhnooked Sandra’s bra. Her eyes popped open at the extra hands on her. She turned around to see who it was and glared playfully at Sam. “Hey, no one said anything about anyone else helping out.”
He ignored her and reached for her loosened bra, pulling it off of her. She modestly tried to cover up again, but at the same time Gerald had pulled her plain white panties down, making her completely exposed. She covered up the best she could, knowing all eyes were on her, I could see her staring at the pile of clothes she was now standing in.
The silence was complete until Karen spoke up. “Honey, you have nothing to be ashamed about, your body looks great. And now it feels weird to know I am topless and not one single person is even glancing at me.”
This made Sandra look up, noticing that Karen was right. “What the hell, I can get used to this. Besides, now it’s payback time, now I will be getting someone else to show off their skin too.”
She turned to Sam and smiled. “Arms up, big boy, let’s get this shirt off of you.”
He did as ordered, and even though it took her some work, she got his shirt pulled off. Still swaying, she had trouble focusing on his belt. Looking right behind her, she saw Sam facing her, and looked at him thoughtfully. “Kathy, do you mind if I use your husband for a minute?”
Noticing her raised eyebrows, she giggled and quickly corrected herself. “Wait, not like that, sorry. Can I use him for a chair? I seem to have trouble standing right now.”
“Oh, that’s better” Karen responded, “feel free, but try not to get him too worked up, he has issues controlling his hands sometimes, especially when he’s had this much to drink.”
Smiling over her shoulder at Sam, she pushed his legs apart and sat on one leg, almost seeming to aim so that her pussy went directly on top of his knee. With her legs spread for balance, she still swayed a bit and her aim was off. After “accidentally” grabbing his cock with both hands, she seemed to realize she was a bit off, and moved her hands to his belt. We all laughed and I heard a few comments about “ya right, suuuure that was an accident.”
His belt undone, Sandra loosed the button and slid down the zipper. The view she was giving him, plus her groping lead to what we all expected, and it seemed the large bulge in the front of his pants was holding them up. Leaning forward a bit she hooked her thumbs in the sides of his pants and pulled down. Both his pants and boxers went down at the same time, and his cock bounced back up. She stopped immediately as his cock went straight up to smack her in the face.
No one else moved or spoke, all waiting to see what would happen now. The shaft of his cock was across her cheek, it’s purple mushroom head was directly on top of her lips. After pausing for a few seconds, she licked her lips (and the head of his cock) and pushed out her lips in the shape of a big kiss. The top half of the purple head disappeared into that kiss as she bent over further, pushing his clothes down to bunch up on his shoes.
When Sandra sat back up, her face was once again a beet-red color. She sat straight up then leaned back a little, putting her hands behind her on Sam’s thigh. Speaking to no one, she said “Sorry, I think I lost myself for a minute there.”
Looking to Gerald, she said “But it is a nice view, especially up so close. Now sit down and let me finish.”
Gerald sat as ordered, and turned his chair to face her. She wiggled her ass a bit and smiled back at Sam. “Thanks for letting me use you. For a chair, that is.”
She went down to her hands and knees in front of Gerald and worked on his shoes. Tossing them to the side, she got the rest of his clothes off and tossed them also. She put her hands on his knees to get up and stopped again.
It was one of the most erotic things I remember seeing. Their naked bodies, and Sandra kneeling between his legs, staring at his cock pointing directly at her face from less than a foot away. The sexual tension was thick in the air, and I now caught the scent of her sex filling the air. To break the spell of the moment, I almost wanted to walk over to them and shove her head down, impaling her face on his cock.
Marty spoke up, jolting everyone from their thoughts. “OK then! They are done, but I think we need to follow what the punishment card said. My spouse did it, but someone else helped too, and she did more than just undress him. I think as punishment for that, she needs to see me do it too, and with my partner. And Lucy needs to follow suit too since her husband was involved.”
Everyone but me was looking at Marty when he said this, and we all looked to the other three people that would be involved also. I snuck a look back at Gerald and Sandra, and they had not moved. Nor had his cock shrank any. Without any further speaking, the other four stood up and faced each other, nervously starting to take each other’s clothes off.
Karen looked at me as Sam pulled down her panties, the only clothes she had left. With a questioning look on her face and a movement of her hands she asked me if she could continue. She pointed at me, then at back and forth between Kathy and me and nodded. Sensing her intent and question, I nodded back to her. A voice in the back of my head said that I shouldn’t, but the alcohol made that voice hard to hear.
When Karen turned back to Sam and lifted his shirt, I quickly noticed that no one was watching Gerald and Sandra any more, and I tried to hide my surprise as he reached out to grab her head and pull it towards him. She did not resist, but smiled and opened her mouth wide. Her head blocked my view as it descended, but the look on Gerald’s face showed exactly what she was doing. A moment later, so did the bobbing of her head as it rose above the surface of the table and fell back down again. In shock, I looked around again and saw no one watching. I got Kathy’s attention, as we were the only two not yet stripping each other, and motioned to them. Her mouth gaped open in surprise, but she recovered quickly.
Without further comment, she denied me the pleasure of stripping her as she shed her clothes in just seconds, then while I was still staring at her in shock, she yanked my shirt off . She took my hand and pulled on me, making me stand also. Laughing quietly as she removed Lucy’s clothes from our bathroom trip, she took off every piece of my clothing as quickly as possible, making me sit down to get my shoes. The thought crossed my mind that this was the same scenario as Gerald and Sandra played through, and as I looked over at them, seeing her head still bobbing, I felt a wetness envelop my own cock.
Not expecting her to blow me, I looked down to see her face up against my body, my cock feeling the tightness of her throat. Unless my eyes deceived me, she was also fingering herself with the hand that wasn’t caressing my balls. Tearing my eyes off the sight of inhaling me I looked around. Every other couple that was undressing each other had done it almost exactly the same as Sandra and Gerald, only kneeling down instead of sitting on a knee. But the ladies did not stop when kneeling in front of their new partners. They were all nose-to-belly deep on their new men’s cock.
Kathy was so focused on inhaling my throbbing cock, she did not see the others until I made her stop. It took a minute, but she looked up at me, her face almost seeming to say she was upset. Leaning down to her, I pulled her head to mine and whispered in her ear “If you don’t stop now I am going to cum in about three seconds. Get up and let me taste you now.”
She didn’t hesitate but sat on the edge of the table, her legs open for me. Falling to my knees, my face was drawn to her soaking wet pussy and my tongue played with her clit with the same ferocity she had attacked my cock with. My cock was still throbbing, begging for release, but I ignored it, focusing only on her pussy. She fell back, laying spread eagle on the table, moaning for more. Her hips thrust up at me as she got closer to orgasm. I felt a hand on my head, as Kathy grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me tighter against her as she started to scream out in pleasure.
Her scream was the tipping point for everyone else. I heard the other guys grunting and calling out as their cocks exploded at the same times into their partners mouths. Kathy let go of my head and her body fell limp on the table, so I got back up on my chair to see the rest of the guys sit down, falling back in blissful exhaustion. I could see now that my cock was the only one still standing up straight, and saw that the other three women also noticed.
Karen was facing me and I saw she had a few drops of Sam’s cum on her chin, and several on her breasts. She came over to me and wagged her finger at me. “Naughty boy, you didn’t follow the rules like everyone else. Now it’s my turn, I can’t let her have all the fun.”
She sat on the table next to Kathy, who was now sitting up, and the orgasmic blush on her chest and face was fading. Back to my knees I went, ready to make another pussy happy – and this time my wife’s. I hardly noticed that Kathy got down from the table, but as I put two fingers inside my wife and my tongue on her clit, I once again felt a mouth on my cock.
Looking down quickly, I saw my cock inside Kathy’s mouth. She was laying on her side on the floor in front of me. She drew her head back to say “I still want it, and you owe me a treat like all the other girls got.”
Still sliding my fingers in and out of Karen’s pussy, I put my mouth back to work on her clit. My free hand went to to feel Kathy’s head rising and falling on my cock. Reaching down her body, I held her breast, teasing her nipple between my fingers.
I felt the table move and opened my eyes, wondering what was going on. Both Lucy and Sandra were leaning over my Karen, licking the cum from her breasts. Each of them then sucked on her nipples, making Karen scream. As turned on as we both were, I knew she would be cumming quickly, and she didn’t disappoint.
She screamed in passion as I felt her pussy tighten up on my fingers. Her hips bucking sharply as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. The sights, sounds, and feelings were too much for me. I couldn’t hold back any more. Moving my hand from Kathy’s breast to her head, I pulled her tight as I started to cum. It felt like it started down in my legs, shooting through my whole body.
My mind went fuzzy, the feeling was so intense. I felt Karen tense up again as my hand clenched, triggering another wave of pleasure for her. I heard a gagging sound and I looked down to see Kathy push herself away from my cock, my cum running from her mouth as she tried to swallow all of it.
Totally drained, I couldn’t even get back up onto my chair. I just lay back where I was kneeling, my legs and arms splayed out where ever they had flopped to. Feeling a hand on my leg, I looked up to see Kathy crawling towards me on all fours. Even though I had just finished cumming, I felt my cock try to start rising at the sight of her approaching I reached out and grabbed a breast, hanging in front of me, swaying as she crawled. As she turned to my cock, I saw she still had my cum in her hair and on her cheek
Leaning down, she took my limp dick into her mouth, sucking it in as hard as she could while she milked my balls. She made a popping sound when she opened her mouth and my cock fell out. I couldn’t believe it, but it was starting to get hard again. “I’m not starting over, I just wanted to get a little more out of you. I wanted every last drop you could give me.” Then she stood up and walked back to her chair.
Everyone seemed to have recovered, and we were all sitting around the table again, still sitting with our new partners. Even though most of us were quite drunk, and sexually satisfied for the moment, we all still seemed to be wide awake and wanting more. “So do we start another round?” asked Lucy.
All around the table, we all nodded our heads. “Why not?” I asked, “The night is still kind of young and we could handle some more fun before heading off to bed.”
People had been adding in cards regularly, but I thought that the cards left were probably a bit too ‘steamy’ for all of us, since most of us had just finished cumming. Tossing in a toothpick, I took a card to write on.
The second I threw it on the table, Lucy picked it up. She looked around at us as if expecting a challenge. “I don’t care if it’s my turn. Everyone except me and Sandra have cum, and I am still up for anything.”
She smiled a huge grin as she read it and tossed it to the side. “My card says I have to sit on the lap of every man here and rub my pussy on his cock until it’s hard again.”
Marty quickly picked up a card too and Sandra held out her hand to him, waiting for him to finish. Lucy took a step from her chair and sat on me, facing the table. After Kathy’s tease on the floor, my cock had quickly shrank again, but Lucy’s wet pussy had it hard again in only a few seconds. She moaned softly “Oh damn this feels good, I don’t want to stop… Ohhh ya….. Well, off to the next cock.”
She got up and walked quickly to Gerald. “No, husband of mine, I need to skip you right now. Don’t worry, I will be back.”
His jaw dropped and he looked pained as she went and sat on Sam’s lap. We could tell he was back in business quickly too, the look on her face clearly said so. Without a word, she got up and went to Marty, just as he finished writing and handed the card to Sandra. Lucy looked before she sat, and smiled as she lowered herself on him. “Good boy, you were already waiting for me.”
After only a few seconds she got up. “Sorry bud, the card said I had to sit on you, but you were ready too soon. Can’t stay if I can feel you throbbing.”
She went to Gerald again. “See babe, told you I would be back.”
She sat on him facing us, and her face said he was already hard too. But she didn’t stop. Her eyes closed, she leaned forward and put her forearms on the table, her arms bracketing her breasts. They bounced slightly as she moved, but she stopped soon. After moving her ass slightly, her face changed and her mouth opened. We knew she saved him for last so she could fuck him until she came. Gaining speed, she thrusted faster and faster. Suddenly stopping, her face contorted as her body shook.
Lucy sat still as she finished cumming, but Sandra didn’t wait for her to get down, she read up her card and stood up. “My card says I have to sit on the cocks that Lucy made hard, and I have to fuck those cocks for two minutes each. Well, with the number rule, that means four minutes. Hope you’re still hard boys.”
She moved to Sam, who pulled her hips down quickly. She squealed a tiny bit as she sat down hard, but started to pump her ass up and down, her face showing she was loving the feeling of him inside of her.
This was going way past the limits Karen and I had set, so I walked over to her, kneeling down by her side. She was focused on Sam and Sandra and didn’t see me. Instead of talking first, I put my hand between her legs and found she was soaking wet again. She didn’t look at me, but put her hand over mine, keeping my hand attached to her, and used my finger to rub softly across her clit.
“Hey babe, I don’t know about this part of the game.” I said softly in her ear. “This wasn’t in our pre-party rules. What are you thinking now?”
She turned to me with a look of pent-up need on her face. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you had better fuck her. I’m so horny I want to fuck everyone here tonight. I need lots of cock inside of me. If you don’t want us to do this, I will just ravage you until we pass out. But I’m still fine with either choice. Really.”
Almost laughing out loud, I knew how pissed she would be if I cock-blocked her right now. I had a problem with other guys fucking her, but just tonight, as long as I got as much pussy as she got cock, we could get through this without problems.
Just as I got back to my seat, Sandra walked up to me. “You had better be ready for me.” she said.
My cock was not fully hard yet, and she looked at it with displeasure. She went to her knees and quickly sucked me, getting me standing straight up again. With a grin she stood up and lowered herself on me. After being married for a while, the feeling of another woman’s pussy on my cock took my breath away. I didn’t know how much time passed, but way too soon she stood up and walked off without a glance, easily dodging my hands trying to pull her back.
Quickly reaching for the cards, I scribbled down what was on my mind. I pulled the rest of the un-drawn cards out of the way and put my card in the middle. Sam was next and he saw this and picked up the card while Sandra was still fucking her husband.
“The next card says that every woman needs to lean over the table, asses pointing outward, and every guy must walk around the table, fucking every one of the women, for at least one minute each. And they are only to stop fucking when the women want them to stop, each will say for themselves when they have had enough.”
No questions were asked, no hesitations by anyone. All of us guys stood up and pulled our chairs out of the way, and moved the women’s chairs as they bent over the table. My brain was on fire, I could hardly see straight I was so horny at this moment. Being so drunk didn’t help matters any, and if anything else, it removed any inhibition I could have felt at that time.
I don’t know who it was, but I walked up to the nearest ass pointing at me and shoved my cock inside of her pussy. She screamed and reached back and I was worried that I had gone too far, but smiled as she only grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. “Faster damn you, fuck me hard!” she yelled.
I did as ordered. I knew the game was over. No one said it, but with the amount of sex on the brain, no one was in the mood to stop.
Losing track of the details, I don’t know how much longer it was, nor everything that had happened.. Everything just dissolved into a massive round of pure animalistic fucking. Just a straight-up orgy of pleasure. This wasn’t about making love and cumming sweetly with your lover, it was about just pure raw fucking. I know I had sex with every woman there at least twice. I know every woman there had my cock in her mouth at least three times. And at one point I was on my back with one pussy on my face one on my cock.
Once clear memory was two women were that making out. There was a shortage of cock for them since I was fucking Karen from behind while she was sucking Sam’s cock. Every time I thrust into her, it forced his cock down her throat. It was weird thinking that I was making her deep-throat another man, but at the time we both loved it.
Waking up to a bright bedroom, I saw that Karen was laying next to me. Standing up to use the restroom, I grimaced coming from the pain in my balls. Thinking that maybe I could wait a few minutes I lay back down next to my wife. She felt the bed move and woke up also. We lay quietly for a few minutes, then she looked at me with a wistful smile. “So did you enjoy yourself last night as much as I did?”
Before answering, my mind flooded with the events from the night before, and my heart sank thinking of what we had both done, but then I was in awe of the things we allowed each other to do. Just a few seconds of thought was enough to get my blood pumping faster and made my cock start to thicken.
“You know, now that I think about it, yes, I did enjoy myself. If you want to see how much you enjoyed yourself, just wait until you try walking. I’m guessing you might be feeling just about as raw as I am.”
She laughed at that. But then she got a serious look on her face. “Yeah, I think I am feeling that already. From your performance last night, you have earned the name stud. So what are you thinking? What is going through your head? Tell me honestly, are ‘we’ still safe as a couple? Are you still OK with me as your wife?”
I knew this was a bad time to hesitate and think before answering. At least I already knew this answer. “Ya babe, we are still good. We did some crazy stuff last night, but we were both OK with it, and it just happened, neither of us planned this out. But I really don’t know if this will happen again. As a plus, all this was with people we don’t know and probably won’t ever see again, right?”
As her face relaxed into a bright smile, I now saw how tense and worried she was. Her eyes misted over as she responded. “Thank you, I was hoping you would say that. I feel the same way too, and I think this was just letting go of the build-up of any sexual tension we have had in the past. Honestly, I don’t know if my body can take another night like that. Besides, the first time it happens is extra special because of the newness of it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t say ‘never again’ though, right?”
Well, she had a point there. Maybe we can look into doing this again, but not for a while. Maybe we should go to San Diego for our next vacation?