by Ben Boswell
“Spin around for us,” he suggested.
Lena didn’t hesitate. With a grin, she slowly twirled on her heels, and when she had her butt to us, naked, bisected by just a thread, she pulled her g-string slightly and flashed us with a glimpse of her asshole.
“Lena!” my wife shouted, scandalized.
Claire’s exuberant laugh seemed to deflate my wife’s sense of mortification. “Now I see where your adventurism went. Lena is frisky enough for two.”
“You have no idea,” Lena laughed. She continued to preen, relishing her sister’s discomfort.
I remained carefully mute and tried my best to mask my excitement. Brad did just the opposite, his eyes seeming to bulge out of his head like in one of those old Looney Tunes cartoons.
Claire turned toward her husband and laughed again. “Jesus, Brad, maybe you could act like you’ve seen a nearly naked girl before.”
“That is no girl,” Brad chimed. “That is all woman.”
Lena blushed, but she was obviously very pleased with herself. I cautiously checked out my wife. She was shaking her head, and I was certain she was about to call an end to the game. I was sort of hoping she would because, to tell the truth, I was worked up enough that I just wanted to drag her off to bed and ravage her while visions of Lena’s pretty, little bunghole were fresh in my head.
Instead, she grabbed the cards. “My deal?”
Claire chuckled. “Go ahead, Sweetie.”
Lena, Claire, Brad, and I were all down to our last clothing item. Marie still had two, but we were definitely close to the end of the game… or were we? Things were already crazier than anything I could have expected, and I was both eagerly anticipating and worriedly dreading how things would develop next. Somehow, it seemed unlikely that the game would just stop once someone was naked as Brad had suggested. And while the thought of, say, Lena having to perform… something... was super-hot, I was also pretty sure we’d all—well, me mostly—regret it tomorrow morning.
With so little margin for error, we played a couple of rounds where the big blind bought the pot, but we were playing with so few chips that even another few rounds of that would bust at least one of us. Marie played the big blind on the next hand.
Claire raised, and I think Marie saw a final chance to end the game before her sister did something truly crazy… although I wasn’t sure how she’d top flashing her asshole. They both ended up all in. There was an ace on the flop, and I hoped that Marie had one hidden in her hand, but as it turned it she didn’t. Claire did. Marie didn’t add to her pocket tens, and Claire ended up picking up a nine on the turn to give her two pairs, aces and nines. I groaned.
Lena guffawed. “Time to pay the piper, Sis.”
Marie groaned. Then to my surprise, she stood and before I could say a word, quickly yanked down her panties.
“Marie!” I gasped.
She chuckled. “I am not competing with those,” she explained, pointing at the two very impressive set of tits already on display at the table.
That was a fine sentiment, I guess, but it didn’t alter the fact that my wife was currently exposing her pussy to our friends. For maybe the first time ever, I was thankful that she wasn’t fully shaved. Her trimmed, narrow rectangle didn’t cover much, but it was something.
“Bold choice, Sis,” Lena said. “Landing strip has that sort of 90s, retro vibe to it.”
Claire nodded. “I like it. Nice option in-between full bush and shaved. What do you think, Babe?” she asked her husband. “Should I grow mine back out?”
Brad, who was staring intently at my wife’s snatch, laughed. “Not a chance. I like you silky smooth.”
“Okay, okay, let’s finish this off,” I grumbled to the general amusement of the table.
We were all down to one item of clothing. Happily, once Marie sat back down, she was no longer on display.
With two spades in my hand, including the ace, and two others on the flop, I decided to chase the flush. Brad had pulled something as well. We went all-in against each other. As luck would have it, I got my card, and I knew it was all over. He groaned when he saw my hand.
He stood.
I laughed, and held out my hand. “That’s okay, Buddy, I don’t need to see your schlong.”
Marie and Lena exploded in mock outrage, my wife taking the lead. “Oh, no, Boys, we all had to get naked, now Brad lost and he has to.”
“Amen,” Lena added, loudly slurping her wine.
Brad seemed almost pleased to comply, and a moment later I realized why. The guy was hung like a horse. Even if he was a shower rather than a grower, he was showing plenty. Marie covered her mouth and giggled. Claire looked on proudly.
“Holy shit,” Lena gasped finally. “How big does that thing get?”
My wife wasn’t talking, but I could tell she was curious about it as well.
Claire laughed. “Sorry, you little slut, you’re just going to have to imagine it.”
Brad held out his hand. “Now wait a minute, I mean, we could—”
Claire rapped her husband across the thigh, and then closed her fist around his dangling prick. Rising, her big tits swaying, she pulled him by his cock toward their bedroom.
“We’re going to bed,” she said firmly, though with a grin on her face.
The rest of us watched them in something approximating shock, until they closed their bedroom door, at which point all three of us burst out laughing.
Marie rose. “We’re going to bed, too. You’re on your own, Lele.”
“Just me and my vibrator,” she replied.
I felt my cock stiffen. I opened my mouth to speak, but Marie cupped her hand over my mouth. “Don’t even think about it, Bubby..”
I nodded and followed her up the stairs, very much enjoying the view of her perfect, little ass ahead of me, although I did tear my eyes away to get one last glimpse of Lena, still topless, sitting at the table, pouring herself another glass of wine.
Marie slammed the door shut behind me and melted into my arms. Her body was hot and clingy, her breath moist and boozy. She kissed me passionately, hungrily, but I wanted her other lips. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her snatch. Her landing strip was soaking wet. A good sign because I’d been a little worried that the game, and especially her sister’s nakedness, would have set her on edge. Instead, she was as turned on as I was, and maybe as turned on as I’d ever felt her.
I sucked hard on her pussy. She hissed in passion and gripped my head. Her labia were swollen and slick, her clit a hard, sensitive, little nub. She placed her thigh over my shoulder, partly straddling me. It spread her open and let me press my tongue deep into her vagina. I gripped her ass hard, licking and sucking her with abandon. She shuddered and gasped as her orgasm hit.
I disentangled myself and led her over to the bed. We lay down, face-to-face. She gave me a goofy smile.
“Well, I’m done,” she said.
“Oh, should I go see if your sister can help me out?” I teased.
Her eyes flashed. She shoved me onto my back and straddled me, hands on my chest. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble, Mister.”
“It woke you up.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re going to get any,” she replied. “Not if you keep talking about my sister.”
I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”
I ran my hand up her inner thighs.
“How’s that?”
“Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth staring at Brad’s cock.”
She blushed. “He’s not your brother, at least.”
“I didn’t think you were a size queen.”
She became even redder. “I never said that,” she taunted.
“So you are?”
She laughed, but not in a way that made it seem like she was joking. Instead, it made me think of her sex-addicted ex, C.J., the one with the fat dick, the walking Kama Sutra.
“Yours is plenty big, Love Bear.”
She reached behind her and f
ondled my erection through my shorts.
“But you wouldn’t mind if it was bigger,” I suggested.
She laughed. “Like Brad’s?”
“So you were turned on by it.”
She eased down my boxers, and squirmed backward so that the head of my cock was resting against the steaming entrance to her pussy.
“That depends. Would you like my tits to be bigger, like Claire’s… and Lele’s?”
“Yours are perfect,” I replied.
I’m not sure whether my answer was instinct or calculation, and while I did love my wife’s pert breasts and her long, hard nipples—
She laughed. “So is yours,” she said, turning my little white lie back around on me. She adjusted herself and let my hard prick slide into her hot cunt.
I reached up and unsnapped her bra. I slid my fingers beneath her cups and seized a hold of her stiff nubs. I did love them, and yet what I wouldn’t give to get my hands on Claire’s mounds, or just lie back and watch Lena’s orbs bouncing as I thrust upward….
“Oh, yeah, Love Bear, you’re so hard,” she gasped, eyes closed.
I don’t think I’d ever felt her this wet, this hot. How much of that was my tongue, and how much was….
“Did you know he was hung like that?” I asked.
She peered down at me, rolling her hips, grinding into me. “Claire might have mentioned it.”
“Were you hoping to see it?” I asked.
“Were you hoping to see Claire’s tits? And Lele’s?”
“Breasts are different,” I replied, not even quite persuading myself.
She grinned and then leaned forward, slipping out of her bra. Her hard nipples dug into my chest as she kissed my neck. Her hard ass rose and fell slowly, my cock churning into her very slick channel.
“I always forget,” she said. “Which one is the girl? The goose or the gander?”
“I can’t believe you showed your pussy.”
She laughed. “You’re only upset you didn’t see the others. But you saw enough.”
She rose back up and took my hands in hers, our fingers intertwined. She rode me up and down.
“Close your eyes,” she said.
“Why?”
“Do it.”
She dropped down hard on me, ground her wet snatch against my groin. I gasped in pleasure.
“Do it,” she said again. I complied.
She bounced up and down faster now, plunging my prick deep into her with each stroke.
“What are you thinking about, Love Bear?” she asked.
“How good you feel,” I answered.
“What else?”
I hesitated.
“Claire’s tits?” she suggested. “How much you’d like to suck on them?”
I grunted.
“Lele’s? Or are you thinking mostly about her asshole. That dirty little slut.”
“Oh God,” I sighed. I was close.
“Brad’s cock?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Not even a little? About what it would look like to see me suck on it?”
“No,” I grunted. And then it hit me. “Oh God, are you thinking about it?”
My eyes flew open. Our eyes met. Hers were flashing, excited. She didn’t need to answer. Her expression was all the confirmation I needed. Even as she was riding me, she was thinking of sucking his long, thick tool.
I gasped. My balls tightened. She sensed my impending orgasm, read my thoughts, and it triggered her own. I thrust inside her roughly just as her pussy began to clench on my shaft. She ground against me, milking my jism.
She laughed. “I like this new kinky side of you.”
“Me?”
Another chuckle. More enigmatic this time.
My wife eased herself off me. I sighed as my cock slid from her wet hole. She cuddled me, her head on my chest. She closed her eyes, and without another word drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
Ninety percent of the time, sex after drinking puts me right to sleep. The other ten percent, it leaves me wide awake. Tonight I got treated to insomnia rather than slumber. It wouldn’t have been too bad had Marie also been up. I really wouldn’t have minded another round, but she was out like a light. She didn’t stir even when I lifted her off me, covered her with a sheet, and got out of bed.
I went to the bathroom we shared with Lena. A dirty, little fantasy flashed into my mind: Lena waiting for me, naked, and all charged up from watching me and her sister having sex. Breasts heaving, shaved pussy wet with excitement, a hungry, expectant look on her face as she dropped to her knees to clean her sister’s juices off my rapidly stiffening prick.
Sadly, she wasn’t there waiting for me. And when I creepily decided to listen at the door to her room, instead of the hoped for sounds of a vibrator buzzing and Lena moaning, all I got was silence. I finished my business and went downstairs.
The under-the-counter lights in the kitchen illuminated the first floor in a pale glow. I quickly counted up nine empty bottles of wine. Not bad for five people, especially since we’d started with beers in the afternoon. No one had seemed too drunk, but maybe I was too buzzed to notice it myself.
The door to Claire and Brad’s bedroom was shut tight. I resisted the urge to listen at their door. Instead, I headed for the deck, meaning to take in some fresh ocean air.
I spotted their silhouettes before I heard them, slow undulating columns of light and dark. Then as I reached the screen door, waves crashing, and between those, gasps and moans, the sounds of flesh on flesh. I looked behind me to ensure I wasn’t backlit and then eased out onto the deck, remaining close to the door, in shadows.
Brad and Claire were at the corner of the deck, at the spot where there was a view of the water, the wave crests glowing in the moonlight. The moon also seemed to illuminate Claire. Pale and naked, she looked as if she had a spotlight on her. She was bent over the railing, Brad behind her.
I’d always had sexual thoughts about Claire. I mean, she’s an attractive woman in my orbit, and like most men, I tend to sexualize just about every woman I run across. I don’t act on it. I have self-control and an “indoor voice,” so to speak. For some reason over the last few weeks, things had gotten kinkier. My wife seemed more sexual, certainly—more playful and more adventurous, which was great, particularly as the whole baby-making aspect of sex was threatening to turn what ought to be a great pleasure into a chore.
That’s a long way of saying that I was more than a little sexed-up, so maybe my perspective was off, but watching Claire and Brad go at it was maybe the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He was banging her hard, from behind, which was especially searing now that I knew how well he was hung. He was mashing and mauling her big tits. She was alternatingly gasping, open-mouthed, and craning her neck around to give him sloppy wet kisses.
And most of all, they were talking… about us. About me. About Lena. About Marie. Mostly Marie. It was clearly what seemed to inflame him most.
“Oh God, Baby,” Claire groaned, in a low, sultry voice, “are you thinking about stuffing her little pussy?”
“You know I am,” he replied.
“Mmmm yeah. You know they want it. Both of them, flashing their cunt and ass at you. Drooling over your big prick.”
He thrust into her harder still, forcing her up onto her tip-toes.
She continued her effort to rile him up. “Which one are you going to fuck first?”
“Marie,” he grunted, surprising me, and yet also causing my cock to twitch.
“Do you want me to keep Dan busy?” she asked.
Boiing. I was rock hard at that.
“I doubt you’ll have time once Chris gets here.”
He pounded into his wife even harder. She reached back, her hand on his flat belly to try to slow him, but at the same time she continued to throw fuel on the fire.
“They can double-team me,” she groaned.
“What about poor Lena?” he asked.
“The sisters can double-team you,” Claire replied. “Think Lele can take you in her ass?”
“Oh God,” he growled. His body stiffened and then shuddered.
She laughed. “God, you’re easy,” she teased.
He continued to slide his long tool inside her. “So are you really going to fuck Chris?” he asked. His tone was at once excited and anxious.
I wondered how long they’d played at this game. How had it begun? Presumably with some oh-so-innocent mention of this new guy at work. Progressing through admission of attraction. Then teasing and fantasizing. And now, possibly consummation. The teasing, the playing suddenly becoming so very real. I could imagine Brad’s mixed feelings, at once enticed by his wife’s arousal, yet at the same time terrified of it.
“Hmmm, Baby, I guess you’re going to have to wait and see.”
She was still messing with him, but was there more? It wasn’t just a tease. I wondered, was she really planning to fuck Chris… and did that mean that Marie’s teases about Brad and Claire had some truth to them as well?
I thought about those bottles of wine. Man, we were drunk. But, not so drunk. Not sloppy, just… uninhibited. I thought of Claire’s breasts. Of Lena’s tits and ass. Of my wife flashing her pussy. She was so hot in bed… just like Claire and Brad seemed to be on fire. And poor Lena… I thought of her luscious body, alone in bed. How would she respond if I were to slip into her room? No… bad idea… but I was rock hard.
I gripped my prick.
Brad’s cock slipped out of his wife’s battered snatch. I could see it dangling and gleaming in the moonlight. Claire turned to face her husband. She cupped his cock, as he leaned down and kissed her.
“Do you think his cock is as nice as yours?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
She laughed. “I should hope not.” She stroked him firmly. “I hope it’s a little smaller,” she said. “I want to be able to take the whole thing in my mouth… and my ass.”
“Oh God,” he groaned.
“I haven’t had a cock in my ass in so long.”
