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by Little Merger

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42. Card Game With Couples

Card Game With Couples - Group Sex

Storm leads to sharing, swapping, and so much more.

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With couples, cards, and lots of lascivious behavior, this story isn't exactly new territory for me. But sometimes you just have to play the hits.

Everyone here is over 18.

Shortly after our tenth anniversary, two things happened that changed my marriage forever.

First, Kirstin -- my beautiful, brunette spouse -- broke out in bright red splotches all over her body. She hadn't had so much as a pimple in decades, now she was breaking out like crazy. Then, a few days later, I woke up so dizzy that I could barely stand. For weeks, I was in a constant state of feeling like I'd just stepped off a roller coaster.

Eventually, Kirstin's gynecologist determined that my wife was having an allergic reaction to her birth control and suggested that she switch over to a non-hormone-based IUD. Soon after, I saw a specialist who theorized that I had a condition called vestibular migraine and prescribed a low dose of a generic SSRI which had been shown to be effective.

Both of us were dubious about our respective resolutions. But a few days after Kirstin stopped taking her pill, the hives went away completely. And after some time with the SSRI, sure enough, my dizziness disappeared (mostly, it was never a complete cure). Even better, I haven't had a migraine since.

However, there were also two significant consequences. Without the pill, Kirstin was no longer protected, and -- for some reason I've never been able to understand -- the gynecologist wanted to wait a few months before installing the IUD. We bought condoms, but neither of us could get into using them. And Kirstin was paranoid about pulling out. So, we basically stopped having sex.

Ironically, ejaculation was central to my issues, as well. One of the side effects of an SSRI, even at a low dose, is what they call delayed orgasm. Basically, I couldn't cum. Not without a lot of work, anyway. You might think that this would have encouraged my wife to risk unprotected sex, but you'd be wrong.

This was a temporary dilemma, of course. Kirstin would get her IUD. I would eventually be able to lower the dose of my medication or even stop it entirely. It would have been a little bump in the road. A pothole in an almost perfect stretch of marriage.

Almost.

We weren't even supposed to be spending the afternoon together.

I was hosting a boardgame day with my friend from work, Kevin, and his wife, Gwen. Kirstin, on the other hand, was going out to meet her own work friend, a woman named Lauren, to finish up some projects.

It was a dreary, drippy Saturday morning in the early fall. The trees were starting to turn, but the leaves had yet to drop. I was so involved in getting the apartment ready for my day, I startled when I saw my wife walk out of our bedroom.

You could see the difference in our plans by our outfits. I was in a t-shirt and jeans, looking like I'd just rolled out of bed. Meanwhile, Kirstin was wearing a dark skirt, heels, and a white button-down blouse. She'd even done her makeup and popped in her diamond stud earrings.

"Wow, I thought you guys were just going to grab a table at Starbucks," I said.

Kirstin came over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She was on the tall side for a woman, about 5'7". Despite being in her mid-thirties, she'd kept her college body. Her dark brown hair hung down past her shoulders. All done up, she looked ready to give a professional presentation rather than pop out for a quick weekend work project.

"Lauren says we might go out afterwards," Kirstin said, a coy grin sneaking across her sweetheart face, "She wants me to meet her new boyfriend."

I knew Lauren had recently escaped from an ugly divorce. No kids, thankfully, but her ex was a real piece of work who'd managed to make everything difficult for her. Lauren was, well, I'll say that she and I were not great friends. But no one deserves to be treated like that. I was glad she was seeing someone new.

"You look like you're setting up for quite the afternoon yourself there, Jacob," Kirstin said, eyeing the stack of boxes I'd put out on the kitchen table. Kirstin, despite being an apex geek who loved science fiction, was not into gaming. She indulged my obsession, but it wasn't her thing.

Fortunately, I'd found Kevin. A relatively new hire in another department, Kevin was nearly a decade younger than me. But we'd bonded immediately over our mutual love of cardboard games. We regularly got together for Twilight Struggle, Settlers of Catan, Brass Birmingham, Eclipse, and others. Kevin's wife, Gwen, wasn't a big gamer, but she was willing to play along. It meant we usually had three players (four when I talked Kirstin into joining), which was good enough for a good time.

There was a buzz at the door and Kirstin went over to answer.

"It's Lauren!" the voice said through the intercom.

"Be right down," Kirstin said. She turned and glanced out the window. Our apartment building was an old factory that had been turned into hyper-modern, open-concept apartments. One of the many benefits of the layout (along with the vintage hardware floors and a ton of cool architectural details) was that we had massive windows overlooking everything. "You think I'll need my umbrella?"

I glanced down at my phone. "Weather says cloudy all day, but no rain," I said.

Kirstin reached for a raincoat, then stopped herself and shrugged. I was caught by my wife's appearance once again. Her hose showed off her long legs and her heels made her little butt pop out in that tight, dark skirt. Her white blouse did similar wonders for her sizeable bust, as if the cloth could barely contain what was beneath.

Kirstin caught me looking and she smiled, wistfully. "Only a few more weeks till I get the IUD."

I could only nod in resigned agreement. I knew that, even if we could have sex, the SSRI was certain to keep me from enjoying it as much as I might. It didn't bother me as much as you might think, though. In truth, the thing that turned me on more than anything wasn't the thought of my own orgasm -- it was watching Kirstin cum. The way her face flushed. Her mouth hung open. Deep green eyes rolled back. Taut body trembling.

"You sure we couldn't...?" I said, rolling my wrist for emphasis. Though we'd agreed that intercourse off the table while Kirstin was off her meds, we could have gotten creative. There are lots of things two consenting adults can do without risking pregnancy. But for whatever reason, we'd stopped cold.

Ten years is a long time to be married. Kirstin and I had met in our early twenties and got engaged soon after. We were a good couple, complimentary, but I think the decade mark hit us both harder than we realized. It was easy to blame other things for our sudden chastity, but I think it was a symptom of a larger issue: we'd gotten comfortable.

I know that sounds like a good thing. It is a good thing. But there's a reason stories end at 'happily ever after.' If there's no tension anymore, no one cares. When the audience is bored, that's a problem. When your marriage is tedious, that can be a disaster.

"Wow, board games really getting you going," Kirstin said, teasing. Then she straightened out, serious. "We've talked about this. I don't want kids, Jacob, and I'm not willing to risk it."

"I can barely even cum as it is," I said.

"You don't have to," Kirstin said, "Your naughty little friend spits out sperm even when you aren't ejaculating." She caught me making a pouty face and softened. "I know. It's been hard for me too. Just a little longer."

"I could do other things for you," I said.

Kirstin smirked as the image entered her mind. "Maybe," she said, "After all our friends go home."

"Of course."

Almost as soon as Kirstin left, the door buzzed again, and I let Kevin and Gwen up to the apartment. Kevin greeted me first. He gave me a warm handshake, clasping my elbow with his free hand as he did it. He was tall and skinny with wavy dark hair. Kirstin says he's attractive and I guess I can see it. She also says he's a beanpole. I could definitely see that.

His wife, Gwen, came up and gave me a brief hug. I didn't need Kirstin to tell me that Gwen was super cute. She was short, around 5'3" maybe, with sparking blue eyes and long, light brown hair that hung down to her backside. Gwen was a girl next door type, always wearing sweaters and jeans. But it was impossible for her to hide the curvy body she kept beneath. Especially her chest, which looked liable to topple her over at any moment. My wife was no slouch when it came to breast size, but next to Gwen she looked flat-chested.

"It's too bad Kirstin couldn't join," Kevin said, as he sat down at the table. I knew he was thinking about his own wife. Gwen's bubbly personality and positive attitude made her pleasant to play games with. But it was easier for her when another woman was around.

"Some work thing," I said, "But maybe she'll be back in time for the after-dinner round."

We agreed to start with Flamme Rouge as a warmup, so I set out the cardboard tiles to form the racetrack. Kevin took the little blue plastic cyclists and, of course, Gwen chose the pink ones. We had the decks all shuffled and ready to go when there was a bright flash outside. A massive BOOM shook the entire apartment.

"Holy shit, did they just drop the big one?" Kevin asked. I didn't blame him, that had sounded a lot more aggressive than normal thunder. I tried to look out our window, but my view was immediately blocked by a torrent of water. As if someone was dumping the ocean out right over our apartment building.

"Fuck, Kirstin's out there right now," I said, thinking guiltily of before when I told her she wouldn't need rain gear. "I hope she found shelter before this started."

As if replying to my rumination, the door buzzed loudly.

I pushed the intercom and Kirstin shouted back at me. "I can't find my keys!"

A moment later, I heard a fleet of footsteps tromping up the stairs and then the apartment door flew open. Kirstin came in first, looking like a drowned rat. My pretty wife gave me a sour smile, then pushed past me.

"That came out of nowhere," she said, trying to be humorous. But I could tell her heart wasn't in it.

Kirstin's work friend Lauren followed immediately behind her. She was just as strikingly beautiful as I'd remembered. Medium height and thin as a rail, Lauren's usually platinum blonde hair was dark with wet and her pinkish skin was starting to shade purple from the cold. She waved hello, dismissive, and followed my wife inside.

Behind them was someone I did not expect. He was tall and broad shouldered, olive skinned, with curly dark hair that hung below his ears and a messy black beard. I realized this must be Lauren's new boyfriend.

"Dante," he said, giving my hand a firm, wet shake. He had a trace of an accent that I couldn't place. Even as he said hello, however, I noticed Dante was staring past me. I turned to see what had grabbed his attention.

My wife was standing in the middle of the kitchen. Her white blouse was plastered to her chest and quite see-through. Like I said, Kirstin wasn't as full-chested as Gwen, but she had more than enough. Even with her bra, I could see the pink of Kirstin's breasts and even make out the small dark circles of her areola.

Kirstin didn't seem to notice her predicament, but Dante definitely did. He was practically frozen in my doorway, watching my wife's chest like it might explain the secret of life to him if he stared long enough.

"Honey, maybe you should get changed into dry clothes," I said.

Kirstin looked down at her chest and her eyes went wide, mortified.

"Come on," Lauren said and grabbed Kirstin's hand, dragging her back to the bedroom, "I'm sure we can find something for me to change into, too."

"I'll get some clothes for you once they're done," I said to Dante, who was now watching my wife's backside as it swished down the hallway.

He turned and evaluated me, dubiously. I'm not in bad shape by any means, but I was at least half a foot shorter than him and not nearly as well built with a bit of post-marriage paunch. I guess Dante was wondering what I had that he could possibly fit into.

Kevin and Gwen introduced themselves to Dante. As he shook Gwen's hand, he gave her massive, sweater-covered chest an appreciative look. At least I knew it wasn't just my wife Dante had eyes for.

We all stared at each other uncomfortably, not saying a word. Dante stood in in the kitchen and watered my hardwood floors, while Kevin and Gwen took a good look at the architecture of my apartment. It was awkward as hell.

The only sound was Kirstin and Lauren in the bedroom, stumbling around and giggling as they got changed. The two of them had an odd friendship. As a child, Kirstin had been gawky and withdrawn. It wasn't till her thirties, well after we married, that she blossomed into this gorgeous, confident woman. Yet, she still saw herself as an outsider, almost surprised when people paid her attention.

Especially people like Lauren. The beautiful blonde woman was clearly used to being the center of everyone's attention. When they started working together and became friends, I think it had an outsized impact on Kirstin. She got to be friends with the popular girl. That meant a lot to her. Lauren, to her credit, never truly took advantage of Kirstin's obvious reverence, but it was clearly there.

Finally, both women came back into the main room to rescue us from our discomfort. Kirstin had put on her more usual weekend attire, a green v-neck shirt with a pair of dark jeans and flats. Lauren was also wearing Kirstin's clothes, although they hung much looser on her bony body. The blonde woman had chosen a deep red, wide-necked turtleneck, that hung below her waist. She also had on a pair of my wife's tan slacks.

With the women out, I went back into my bedroom and found some clothing I thought would work for Dante. I came back with a pile, expecting him to go get changed in one of the back rooms.

Instead, right there in the kitchen, Dante lifted off his shirt exposing a washboard stomach and defined, hairy pecs. Then he stepped out of his pants. Dante, Lauren's new boyfriend who I'd just met, was now standing in a pair of tight, black briefs in the middle of my apartment. Even I had to appreciate his physique.

Dante didn't pause or preen. He stepped into my blue mesh shorts and pulled on my grey, billowing hoodie. He gave everyone a dopey grin as his head popped out of the neck hole.

"Holy crap it's nasty out there," Kirstin said, looking purposefully out the window. But I could tell from the flush of her cheeks that she'd been staring somewhere else a moment before. "Definitely not going out in that again."

"You're welcome to stay and join us for game day," Kevin said. He and Gwen were both standing near the table, arms clasped chastely in front of them. Dante's display had all of us feeling a little uncomfortable, apparently.

Lauren looked over at Kevin like he'd just suggested we play with his Transformers. The skinny blonde was very pretty, I couldn't deny that. A gorgeous, thin face and a tight, though fairly featureless, body. I had a bit of a crush on her, despite my better instincts.

Because while Lauren got along fine with my wife, the blonde woman wasn't a nice person to most people. She had a way of making you feel like you were the frog, and she was the princess. And she didn't care if you were secretly a prince. It left me off balance with her: continually caught up in Lauren's overwhelming appearance, yet constantly reminded of her objectionable personality.

Lauren gave her usual, near-persistent sneer at the board games and anyone who would stoop to play them. Then she shot my wife a look as if to say, 'you wouldn't actually make me do this, would you?'

I decided to come to Lauren's rescue. "You and Kirstin had work, didn't you?"

"Yes," Lauren said, and she couldn't hide her satisfaction at the excuse, "We need to get that project done."

"We can't go out in this," Kirstin said, again gesturing to the window, "And there's nowhere to set up in the apartment. Besides, we weren't going to get much done after Dante showed up."

"I'm not going anywhere till the storm lets up," Dante said. He walked over to the table, "So, what were you planning on playing?"

Kevin immediately started to explain the game and how it worked, showing the tiny plastic cyclists, the deck of cards, and the racetrack.

"It's pretty simple to learn and a lot of fun once you get into it. But it's only for four people," Kevin concluded.

Dante nodded solemnly. Then he asked if we had anything to drink. I guess that stood as his well-reasoned critique of our afternoon plans.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't have been able to offer him much. Neither Kirstin nor I were big drinkers. Fortunately, I'd picked up some six packs for boardgame day, plus we had a bunch of leftover stuff from parties past that we'd never gotten around to emptying.

"Beer?" I asked, and Dante nodded. Kevin, Kirstin, and Gwen all wanted one and I got a bottle for myself, as well. Lauren however, just sighed and flounced over to the couch, flopping onto the cushions.

"Do you have anything else?" she asked, as if we were quite rude not to have anticipated her alcohol preferences.

"I think we have some merlot somewhere," I said. Lauren let me know that would be acceptable, so I poured her a glass.

"You guys can have your day," Kirstin said, taking a swig of her beer and sitting on the couch next to Lauren, "We'll watch Netflix and wait the storm out."

"Won't that be weird, us playing games while you watch TV?" I asked.

"Come on, let's find a game for all six of us," Gwen said, "It'll be a ton of fun."

"What about cards?" Dante asked, "We could all play poker. You know how to play?"

"I don't like to play against friends for money," Gwen said, "It's a good way to destroy a relationship."

"We don't have to play for money," Dante said, waggling his eyebrows at all three women.

"I wouldn't be comfortable with that, either," Kirstin said, looking pointedly at me. I noticed Gwen giving Kevin a similar look.

"Oh, come on, don't act like you've never played strip poker before," Dante said, sidling over to the couch. "Everyone does that at least once in their life."

What he meant, really, was that everyone who's hot does that. And since Kirstin was good looking, she'd clearly had those kinds of experiences. Except she hadn't. As I mentioned earlier, my wife had been a late bloomer. She'd spent her 'wild' years fooling around with learning the flute, staying up all night to do her calculus homework, and binging shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's one of the reasons we worked so well as a couple. Anyone who made me seem like the outgoing one was a rare find, indeed.

"Stop being a pig, Dante," Lauren said, but she didn't seem all that upset with his behavior. It was more that she felt the need to stick up for Kirstin.

"I'm sure I have some kind of game for six people," I said. Since I'd been planning on having just the three of us, none of what I'd stacked out for the day was for more than four players. So, I gathered up the cardboard I'd already laid out, and went into the guest bedroom where we stored all the board games. I sat down on the bed and scanned the shelves. It wasn't looking good. We always played with four people, at most, so I didn't see the need to buy a lot of large-count games. Plus, if I wanted this group to get into it, I was going to need a game that wasn't too geeky.

I was about to give up and suggest some kind of bloodless poker, when my eyes alighted on a small, thin purple box. Well, Dante had suggested a card game...

"The Great Dalmuti," I said, walking back to the living room, my find held above my head like a treasure.

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"The What Dal-what-y?" Lauren asked, turning to look behind the couch.

"The Great Dalmuti," I said again, "It's a card game. Super simple but a ton of fun with a group."

Reluctantly, everyone gathered around the table. I dumped out the deck and showed them the cards. I hadn't played the game since college, but I remembered the rules well enough. At its heart, Great Dalmuti is like any trick-taking game. I've heard it called Scum or President in other places, but the branded version sold in stores is called The Great Dalmuti.

People had to play sets of cards that were one lower than the ones in the middle of the table. So, if there was an 8 on the board, you could put out anything from a 7 down to a 1. There were some side rules, jokers and the like, but that was the gist of it.

What made the game interesting, was what happened outside the card play. Whoever got rid of their cards first in the round was named the Great Dalmuti. Second was named Lesser Dalmuti. Going out in last, however, made you the Great Peon and second to last was the Lesser Peon. The Great Peon had to exchange their best two cards for the Great Dalmuti's worst two cards. It was the same for the Lesser Peon and Lesser Dalmuti, except they only exchanged one.

But it was beyond that. The game encouraged people to get into their roles. The Great Peon should have to shuffle the deck and perform other responsibilities to maintain the game. In fact, they were supposed to do any dirty work that occurred to the group. Stuff like that was what took the game from interesting to incredible.

"Sounds like fun," Gwen said, already smiling enthusiastically. Kevin agreed with his wife.

"I guess it'll be ok," Kirstin said with an empty shrug. That was the closest she was going to get to a ringing endorsement, I knew. Kirstin was in a tough middle spot. On the one hand, she wanted to support me, her loving husband. But she also didn't want to look dorky in front of Lauren, her super cool work friend. I understood, though I didn't love the lurch it left me in.

"It would be something to do while we drink, I suppose," Dante said.

Lauren stared at all of us like we'd just sold her out, then sat down at the table with a loud sigh. And with that effusive excitement expressed, we were ready to play.

Most everyone had finished their first drink, so I gave the group refills (beers for Kevin, Dante and myself, wine for all three women). Then I grabbed a bunch of spare chairs so everyone could sit. Finally, with everyone settled, I dealt out the cards.

Since this was the first game, we played with no Dalmutis or Peons. It was not an auspicious beginning. Gwen kept forgetting that she had to play lower numbers rather than higher ones. Lauren could barely be bothered to notice when it was her turn. Dante seemed more interested in studying the art on the cards than playing them. Still, we got through it. By luck more than anything, I finished in first. Lauren, by lack of intent rather than skill, came in last.

For the second hand, then, I was the Great Dalmuti, Kevin was the Lesser Dalmuti, Gwen was the Lesser Peon, and Lauren was the Great Peon. Kirstin and Dante had finished in the middle, which left them without a title.

"Lauren, you have to shuffle," I said, tossing her the deck. The attractive, skinny blonde shot me a dirty look, but picked up the cards. I was surprised at how deftly she was able to sort the deck with her lithe, long fingers. Lauren clearly had more experience with cards than she was letting on.

I took the worst two cards from my stack (a twelve and a nine) and held them out for Lauren to grab. She stared at me like I was the village idiot.

"You have to give me your two best cards in exchange," I said.

"What? Why?!"

"Those are the rules," Kevin said. He handed his one worst card to Gwen who passed her husband her best.

Lauren groaned and handed me two cards: a ten and an eight.

"There's no way those are your best cards," I said, eyeing them suspiciously.

"I can't, like, give you whatever?" she asked.

"Nope," Gwen said, giving the skinny blonde the fisheye. Wow, if you were getting on Gwen's nerves you were really accomplishing something.

"Fine," Lauren said. She took back the crappy cards and gave me her two best: a pair of threes.

"Thank you," I said, folding them into my hand. Was there a part of me that was enjoying the chance to annoy Lauren? You bet. But it was more than that. As a card game, itself, Great Dalmuti is OK. It's the social situations that make it work. That meant I needed to show the group really quickly how much fun it is to be the Great Dalmuti, and how much it sucks to be the Great Peon.

To my delight, Lauren seemed to be getting it because this time she paid way more attention to her cards. Still, I decided I needed to twist the knife a little more. I quickly finished my beer and demanded that Lauren bring me another.

"Get your own beer," Lauren snapped, "It's your apartment."

I repeated my request. "I'm the Great Dalmuti. You have to do it."

"Wait, seriously?" Lauren now eyed the rest of the table, waiting for them to let her in on the joke. Instead, Kevin handed her the little paper rule book. Yes, it really says in the printed rules that the Great Peon should get the Great Dalmuti drinks.

"Fucking hell," Lauren said. She threw down the booklet, then marched over to the kitchen.

"A Blue Moon, please," I called over, making sure that 'please' was anything but polite. "They should be near the back.

Lauren responded by giving me the finger, but she brought me my beer. The whole table chortled as she sat back down.

"Happy now, Great Dal-fucker?" Lauren asked.

"For now, Great Pee-on," I said.

"You'd better watch out when I win," the blonde woman grumbled.

And just like that, everyone understood the genius, the fun, of playing The Great Dalmuti.

Lauren did win eventually. In fact, she started winning a lot. I didn't realize how competitive she was. But once she got the game, and understood the consequences, she became almost obsessed with beating us.

After rounds of wine refills, I think she got a little bored of it, and demanded I bring her a mixed drink. I settled on a paloma, mostly because we had the ingredients lying around. When I brought it over, she took a small sip.

"Not bad," she said.

The next hand, Kirstin won and decided that she, too, would like a paloma. This time, Gwen had to make it. The curvy brunette brought my wife her drink and, mirroring Lauren, Kirstin took a small sip and proclaimed it 'pretty good.'

"Which one's better?" Lauren asked.

The two women switched drinks and took a sip.

"Jacob's is pretty good," Kirstin said.

"Gwen's is better," Lauren said, "Sorry Jacob, you lose."

I was not at all surprised that the blonde woman, who seemed to hate the sight of me, also preferred someone else's alcohol.

By then, we were about thirty minutes in, and we'd settled into a pattern. The Great Dalmuti collected the best cards and demanded drinks. The Great Peon shuffled the deck and, once, had to clean the table when Kirstin accidentally spilled some of her beer. But that was it. No one figured out the opportunities they were missing. It was Dante, surprisingly, who finally put it together.

He'd won and Gwen had lost. Since everyone had been ordering each other to procure drinks, we'd all consumed more than we realized, leaving us a little floaty. Kevin's cute, brunette wife was shuffling the deck idly, when Dante's head popped up. I could practically see the lightbulb shining in his dark eyes.

"As the Great Dalmuti, I can order the Great Peon to do whatever I want," he said. It was somewhere between a question and a statement and I couldn't tell where he was going with it.

"Pretty much," I said.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Within reason," I said, "But yes, I mean, that's kind of the 'joke' of the game. You're the king."

"So, I can make Gwen here do a shot?"

"Sure," I said. We only had some cheap tequila left, but that was good enough. The young woman poured herself a drink, then downed it.

Kevin won the next game and ordered me, the Great Peon for the round, to do a shot as well. Soon everyone had downed a couple glasses, and what had started as a slow, kind of easy-drinking afternoon started to get sloshy very quickly. And the game started to devolve.

Kirstin put down a nine over an eight. We reminded her that the card had to be lower. She dropped the same card again.

"Oh right," she said, dreamily.

Next Kevin, reaching for his cards, nearly tumbled out of his (quite sturdy) chair. Gwen started laughing at him, hysterically. I noticed Dante was getting handsy. He seemed unable to talk to anyone without touching them first, male or female. Then, while Lauren was shuffling for the next hand, she accidentally dumped the cards onto the floor. I realized we needed to slow down or that wasn't the only thing that would be spilling soon.

"I think, maybe, we need to drink back on the cutting," I said, "Cut back on the drinking, I mean."

"But I want to make people do stuff for me," Lauren said, whining like a little girl on a trip to a mysterious chocolate factory. At least she was into the game now.

"Fine, but we need to take a little break," I said.

The group agreed and we all got up from the table. As soon as I stood, I realized I had to pee like crazy. I scampered back to the bathroom. When I came out, Gwen was waiting to take my place.

"This is fun!" the cute brunette said. She put her hand on my shoulder and I couldn't tell if she needed me for balance or if the alcohol was making her touchy like it did with Dante. "You always have the best ideas."

"Um, thanks," I said.

Gwen gave me a big grin, then went into the bathroom. I walked down the hallway, already feeling a little more sober than I was before. As I went, I overheard Lauren's voice coming from the nearby bedroom.

"So, what do you think of him?" the skinny blonde woman asked.

"Dante?" Kirstin asked back. I leaned against the wall, so the girls wouldn't see me pass. I don't know why I felt the need to listen in, but I did. I saw Dante and Kevin were both in the kitchen, their attention turned away from me.

"Yes, Dante," Lauren said, "Isn't he gorgeous?"

"He's OK," Kirstin said.

"OK?!"

"I'm just not into those kinds of men, you know?" Kirstin said.

"You mean you're not into super-hot guys?" Lauren asked, incredulous.

"I like nice men," Kirstin said, quoting Empire Strikes Back. I knew Lauren wouldn't recognize the reference, but I got it right away.

"Dante's nice," Lauren said, "Very nice." She cackled.

Though I couldn't see it, I imagined Kirstin was giving her friend a dubious look.

"I'm not going to marry the guy," Lauren said, "Trust me, after my divorce, I'm not marrying anyone for a long while. I just want to have some fun. I mean, I'm in my thirties, I'm not dead. You can't tell me you don't feel the same way."

There was a long pause. "Sometimes," Kirstin said, "I love Jacob. I love my life. But..."

"You never did crazy things when you were young," Lauren said, "Like you said before."

"I'm happy with how things are now," Kirstin said, "But I didn't get to have, like, my wild youth or whatever. And sometimes I wish that I could have."

"That's what Dante's for," Lauren said, "He's the hot little two-seater convertible that you end up crashing into a pond before you buy a more sensible, safe SUV."

"I suppose," Kirstin said, "Well, I'm glad you found someone you can enjoy."

"Speaking of 'enjoy,'" Lauren said, "What about you and Jacob. Are you still in the no-go zone?"

"Not until I get my IUD," Kirstin said.

"Wow, I don't think I could do it," Lauren said, "Hold off that long."

"Trust me, we're both climbing the walls," Kirstin said, "If anything, I feel even more worked up than usual since I stopped taking the pills. My biological clock feels more like a time bomb."

"There's a solution for that, you know," Lauren said, and I swore I could hear her winking at my wife.

"No. I won't risk getting pregnant," Kirstin said, "I don't want kids and neither does Jacob."

"You've got more self-control than me," Lauren said, "How are you not humping anything that moves?"

"Believe me, I practically am," Kirstin said, chuckling nervously. "Sorry. I can't believe I'm talking so openly about this stuff. I think I'm drunker than I realized."

At that moment, I heard Gwen open the door to the bathroom. Quickly, I started to walk down the hallway again, like I'd been going that way the whole time. Lauren and Kirstin saw me pass. They gave each other a look, but I don't think they realized I'd been listening. They both got up and followed me out into the living area.

I slowed to sidle up to my wife, while Lauren practically pranced over to Dante for a kiss.

"You OK?" I asked Kirstin quietly.

"Everything's a little spinny," she said, beaming at me warmly.

"I'll have to talk to the landlord about that," I said and helped Kirstin to sit down at the table.

"I think we need to slow down on the drinking," Kevin said. He put his arm around his young wife, who was leaning on him for support.

"It's for the best," I said, "We're almost out of alcohol anyway."

Gwen was the Great Peon, so she started shuffling the cards as we all sat down. Dante was the Great Dalmuti, so he took Gwen's best two cards. But, per the new agreed rules, he didn't give her any other orders.

Kevin started us off by playing three 12s. I put out four 11s. Kirstin played two 9s. At least everyone was getting the game right after a quick break. I could tell everyone was still pickled, just not completely plowed.

"This is no fun," Lauren said, "We need the Dalmuti to do stuff."

"It doesn't have to be drinks," I said, looking at Dante, "The Dalmuti can order whatever he wishes."

Dante gave me a strange look, like he was now seeing me in a new light.

"So, I could tell the Great Peon to drop and give me twenty?" he asked.

"You heard the man," I said to Gwen.

The cute brunette paused for a moment, then gave a broad grin.

"Actually, let's do jumping jacks instead," Dante said.

That's an odd request, I thought to myself, though I don't know why it made any more or less sense to me than push-ups. Then Gwen stood in the middle of our living room, extended her arms and legs, and... Wow.

Like I said, Gwen was top heavy. She wasn't a skinny girl, but she wasn't fat either. Just curvy, I guess, especially in the chest. Even covered by at least two layers, Gwen's breasts looked about two sizes too big for her body. Her sweater puppies were more like sweater Great Danes.

So, you can imagine what it looked like when she started jumping up and down. It was hypnotic. Even Kirstin's jaw dropped as the busty girl popped up and down, her tits threatening to fly off at any moment. Almost as impressive, was Gwen's incredibly long hair. Watching her brown locks fly all over the place was almost as eye-catching as seeing her chest. The room went dead silent.

Gwen finished her final jumping jack, then raised her arms in triumph. Her face was red with exertion. The room cheered.

"Oh my God, that was hilarious," Gwen said, grinning dopily as she sat back down. She tried to pull her hair back behind her shoulders into a more controlled shape, but it was a lost cause.

I knew it was wrong for me to perv on my friend's wife, and not only because she was a good ten years younger than me. But there was something about Gwen that got to me. She had a cute face, sure. Something about her long, light brown hair, all the way down to her bottom, was also quite captivating. And her body, well, like I've said... But it wasn't just Gwen's massive chest that did it for me. After all, my own Kirstin was fairly stacked, herself, so it's not like I was missing out on much.

It was mostly Gwen's personality. Like I said, Gwen was game for anything. She was a happy, bubbly person and it made her easy to be around. Mixed with her youth, her cheery innocence, her positive attitude -- it was a real turn on for me.

So, seeing her doing something so normal like jumping jacks -- yet having it also be plainly sexual at the same time -- fit right into my fevered fantasies about Gwen. Her performance had me just as flustered as the girl, herself.

In fact, I was so wowed by what I witnessed, I missed a key play and ended up as the Great Peon. That wouldn't have been so bad, except that my worst enemy at the table was again the Great Dalmuti: Lauren.

The gorgeous blonde cackled cruelly when she saw what had happened. Then she stuck out her leg.

"Massage my feet," she said, simply.

Well, that wasn't so bad. Lauren's petite tootsies were bare from before -- she'd never put on socks after the great soaking. Lauren's feet were, admittedly, cute like the rest of her. Her toenails were painted a bright, girly pink.

The way we were sitting, I had to switch seats to reach Lauren's foot. This swapped the order around so that I was next to Lauren while my wife was seated between Dante and Kevin. I took the pretty blonde's foot into my lap (far away from anything that might accidentally pop up) and slowly began to work her foot.

To my immense satisfaction, Lauren moaned with contentment almost immediately after I started rubbing and sank into her seat. She was practically purring.

"That's nice," she said, absently, eyes already rolling back.

"He's good at that, isn't he?" Kirstin said. I wondered if my wife had given Lauren inside information on my skills. I played guitar, had since I was about ten. I wasn't professional or anything, it was just an outlet for self-expression sometimes. But one of the side benefits, beyond being able to serenade my wife when needed, was I had remarkably strong hands. It made me quite suited for necessary husband duties like opening pickle jars and providing foot rubs.

"I'll have to take my hand away to shuffle," I said, slowing my ministrations

"Someone else shuffle," Lauren said, her voice soft and low.

"The Dalmuti can only order the Great Peon around, right?" Kevin asked, "Not everyone."

"She's the king, she can do what she likes," I said.

Kirstin picked up the rule book, like it was going to have a satisfactory answer, then put it away with a sigh. "Fine, I'll do it," she said, and collected the cards.

"That's a good servant," Lauren said. I couldn't tell who she was referring to, only that she was inordinately pleased by the idea.

Kirstin passed out the cards and Lauren gave me her other foot to work on. Now both feet were on my lap, and while I was trying to be careful, they were inching towards a danger zone. I wasn't rock hard at the moment, but I wasn't exactly flaccid either. After all, I'd just experienced Gwen's boob-tacular bouncing and I had the very attractive Lauren's bare feet in my hands. What had Lauren said before? I'm in my thirties, not dead.

Though very distracted, I managed to escape last place and so I let Lauren's feet drop to the floor. Somehow, I knew, however, that this was only the beginning.

Sure enough, Kirstin demanded a back rub from Kevin after the next hand. I didn't want to be 'that guy' (after all, I was doing plenty of perving myself), but I couldn't help glancing over as the tall twenty-something ran his hands over my wife's shoulders. Like I said before, Kirstin told me she thought Kevin was cute, if a little skinny. To his credit, the tall boy kept things nice and chaste.

Kirstin won the next hand, as well, and demanded that her back rub should continue. This time, though, the Great Peon was Dante. And he kept things, ummm, less chaste.

Dante traced his hands up and down Kirstin's arms (she gave a tingly shiver when he did so) and down her back. A couple of times, too, when he thought no one was looking, he 'accidentally' brushed the back of his hands against my wife's breasts. No one said anything. It was the kind of casual contact that could be easily explained away. All of us were too drunk to be bothered about it anyway.

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Fortunately, it didn't get much further because Kirstin lost the next hand. As soon as Dante left her side, she groaned in a mix of satisfaction and disappointment.

"That was nice," she told the room, airily.

"I guarantee it wasn't as good as my foot rub," Lauren said.

"At least both of you got something," Gwen said, pretend pouting.

"Fine," Lauren said, "Dante rub Gwen's shoulders. Jacob get her feet."

We all looked at each other. Lauren was the Dalmuti, but this was the first time the winner had ordered something for anyone other themselves.

"Come on now, chop-chop," Lauren said, clapping her hands for emphasis. Dante and I shared a shrug and got up from our seats. Gwen slipped off her shoes and put her feet in my lap. Dante stood behind her chair and rested his hands on her shoulders.

Lauren ordered Kevin to shuffle, then sat back and watched while we all did her bidding. All she needed to do was order Kirstin to peel her a grape and the scene would have been perfect.

Kevin dealt out the cards, but my attention was elsewhere. Like he'd done with my wife, Dante did more than rub Gwen's shoulders. If anything, he got even bolder. Of course, with Gwen's immense chest, it's possible it was just harder to only 'brush' her assets, but it sure seemed to me like Dante was inching towards more of grope than a graze.

Even that though, wasn't what I was wholly focused on. As I rubbed Gwen's feet, she inched them closer to my body. Then closer still. Her cute, pink toes were now mere centimeters away from my growing dick. And after everything that had gone on, it had definitely grown. I was way beyond half-chub now and Gwen was heading straight for the full experience.

I slid back, thinking to give her room, but Gwen quickly reasserted her position. In fact, she moved so close her big toe actually touched my erection. But rather than gasp or jump back, she simply settled there. I looked over at her, my eyes wide, but her own blue orbs were shut, her face looking almost beatific.

Instinctively, I looked over to Gwen's husband. Surely, he was going nuts watching his wife getting doubly manhandled across the table. Instead, though, Kevin's attention was on the cards. As if he couldn't care less what Gwen was getting up to.

Inevitably, Dante, Gwen and I all finished at the bottom of the hand. None of us particularly cared.

"Which was better?" Lauren asked as we broke apart.

"Huh?" Gwen asked. She slouched back, sporting a silly smile.

"Dante on your shoulders or Jacob on your feet," Lauren asked, "Which did you like more?"

Gwen paused, her face screwed up comically in thought. If I knew her like I thought I did, she was trying to find a way to pick both of us. She started going that way, but Lauren stopped her.

"One or the other," the blonde woman commanded.

"Fine," Gwen said, as if being ordered to eat her vegetables, "Feet." She gave me a shy smile.

"Ha!" Lauren said and stuck her tongue out at Kirstin. Why she thought she should be crowing to my wife about a loss for her boyfriend was another question entirely. Still, it was nice to have Lauren take my side for once.

The game, however, was far from over. Kevin had won the previous hand and demanded a back rub from Kirstin. My wife gave me a coquettish wink as she began to work the younger man's shoulders.

"You feel super tense," Kirstin said, her thin fingers now running up and down Kevin's neck.

"Your husband is working me to death," Kevin said, grinning at me. As if I had any control at all over how much he did at the office.

"Oh, poor baby," Kirstin cooed, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Dante won the next hand, but Kirstin kept absently rubbing Kevin's shoulders. I was about to say something when Dante leaned over to me, keeping his eyes on Kirstin the whole time. "Your wife is very beautiful," he told me, quiet enough so that only I could hear.

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was I supposed to thank him? Should I have said the same thing about his girlfriend, Lauren?

"Are you sure you never played strip poker?" Dante asked Kirstin, now loud enough for everyone to hear, "I am the Dalmuti now, you have to answer me honestly."

Kirstin gave me a querying look, like she wanted me to rule on whether the Dalmuti could also force people to tell the truth. Not that it mattered.

"I told you before," Kirstin said, finally taking her hands off Kevin, "I wasn't that kind of girl growing up."

"Come on," Dante said, "You get a little drunk one night with the other counselors at summer camp and a cute guy happens to have a deck. You and the sorority girls stumble home after a party and someone suggests a game. It's a late night at work and people want to blow off steam. No?"

"Nope," Kirstin said and shrugged. She sat back down in her seat. "Never happened."

"Don't tell me that you were some kind of geek!?" Dante said. The opprobrium in his voice was overt.

"I happen to like geeks," Kirstin said, then blew me a kiss.

For some reason, it seemed like this line of inquiry was getting to my wife. I thought back to what I'd overheard her saying to Lauren. About how, now that she was older and settled, she wished she'd been a bit wilder when she was younger. I guess I took that a bit personally. After all, one of the reasons Kirstin hadn't done those things in her twenties was because she was with me.

"It's fun, you know?" Dante said, "The risk of being exposed. Sharing your beautiful body. I think I will give you a taste of what you missed out on before. As Great Dalmuti, I command you to bring me a drink."

"We agreed no more alcohol," Kirstin said. I recognized that tone in her voice. She was about to hit this guy. Hard.

"Some juice or a soda would be fine," Dante said, "But you have to do it topless."

I actually, physically winced, waiting for the *slap*. But none came. Instead, Kirstin just sat in her chair -- legs crossed, arms folded -- and stared back at Dante. Her tongue worked around in her mouth. Was she actually considering this?

"It's no more than I saw earlier with the rain," Dante said, "If that makes you more comfortable."

My wife's face went red. Still she said nothing. I looked around the room at everyone else. Instead of glares or embarrassment, I saw nothing but intense interest. Surely Lauren would interrupt her boyfriend. Or Gwen would say it wasn't fair. But then, maybe they were all waiting for me to speak up.

Should I have said something? In the moment, I felt strongly, again, that I didn't want to be that husband. Shouldn't my wife be capable of choosing for herself? In retrospect, I think I was too drunk. We all were. High on alcohol and the possibilities that the evening had already promised.

It felt like hours sitting there, waiting. It was only seconds.

"Fine," Kirstin said. She pulled her green v-neck over her head and tossed it to the side. She had on a black, lacy bra that wasn't revealing but still showed oh so much. The room, already silent with tension, went completely dead. Everyone focused on Kirstin's chest.

My wife stood up like it was nothing. Her ample breasts swayed back and forth as she walked to the kitchen. While her back was turned, Kevin gave me a thumbs up. Dante's eyes never left Kirstin's body.

Kirstin came back holding a Sprite. Her nipples were erect from the cold of the fridge. Or at least that's what I assumed. She put the can down next to Dante, who made sure to get a good, close look at my wife's chest before she sauntered back to her seat. Kirstin reached for her shirt.

"Ah ah," Dante started, but Kirstin immediately interrupted.

"You said to bring you the drink topless," Kirstin said, "That's what I did."

Of course, Dante could have corrected himself in that moment. After all, he was still the Great Dalmuti. Instead, he graciously waved away his mistake and, once Kirstin had pulled her v-neck back over her head, asked her to deal the cards.

"See?" he said, "It's fun being the center of attention. Taking risks."

Kirstin didn't say anything, but she didn't argue either. And, when Dante turned away, I saw her give Lauren a quick, guilty look.

I didn't have time to worry about what had happened with my wife. I was already focused on what was sure to come next. After all, one falling domino tips the next.

Sure enough, when Lauren won the next hand, she turned right to Kevin, who had lost, and simply wiggled her finger at him. The tall, brown-haired boy shook his head in despair, but he lifted his shirt off. His chest was thin and pale, almost hairless, but not bad. In fact, without his shirt he looked more lithe than skinny.

Kevin eyed the room shyly, his shoulders hunched. The girls all came to his aid immediately.

"Nice," Lauren said.

"Very nice," Kirstin said.

"I know, right?" Gwen said.

Lauren hadn't set any guidelines, had provided no parameters, so Kevin stayed shirtless through the entire round. When it was over, and Gwen was declared the new Dalmuti, Kevin reached for his shirt.

I don't think any of us expected what happened next. Including Kevin himself.

"Uh uh," Gwen said, "Keep it off. I like it that way."

Kevin straight up blushed, which was adorable, but he left his shirt by his side. Gwen then turned to me and wiggled her finger the way that Lauren had done to her husband.

"I'm not even the Great Peon," I said, sounding whinier than I wanted, "Lauren lost."

Gwen shook her head at me. "The Great Dalmuti declares that all boys must be shirtless for the rest of the game."

"Can she do that?" Kevin asked, "Make rules for everyone in perpetuity?"

"It would stand until another Dalmuti undoes it," I said, "But it seems kind of risky to me, considering the likelihood of retribution."

Gwen shrugged at me. And I started to realize that maybe that was exactly what she was hoping would happen.

"Ok then, I guess we..." I looked over and saw that Dante was already shirtless. We'd all seen this once before, when he was changing into dry clothes in my kitchen, but it was still shocking. The man was straight up cut with strong pecs and a six-pack stomach, all covered in dark hair. He was the essence of masculinity. The type of man who wasn't so much born as sculpted.

While the women all gaped at Dante in awe, I quickly pulled off my own shirt. To my surprise, Gwen turned her attention to me, gave me a good once over, and showed me a thumbs up. Just like her husband had done for my wife a few minutes before. I guess my bit of a dad-bod wasn't so bad after all.

This might have seemed enough already. If we'd been sober, maybe we'd have stopped. Instead, the next round was hard fought as everyone realized we were only starting. Gwen hadn't just gotten us to show some skin, she'd drawn battle lines. Boys versus girls. Neither side willing to surrender. Fortunately, Kevin was able to sneak in with the surprise win.

He didn't have to say anything. The women all reached for their tops as soon as the final card fell. First, Kirstin took off her green v-neck, again revealing her black, lacy bra. My wife has very nice breasts, on the larger side and plenty perky. The room definitely appreciated them.

Gwen went next, shedding her white, fluffy sweater with ease. We saw why she was so confident immediately, the cute brunette had on a t-shirt under her sweater.

"Shirt too," I said.

"You're not the Dalmuti," Gwen said. I could see a bit of nervousness dancing behind her azure eyes.

"Shirt too, hon," Kevin said. I think he was enjoying the chance to get back at his wife for what she'd done to him earlier. Gwen paused for a moment. I think this was the first time I'd ever seen her falter. Finally, she smiled to herself and took off her t-shirt.

Like I said, Gwen seemed top heavy, even though she always wore layers. I realized that I'd been underestimating her. Even wearing a totally unrevealing, spandex bra, I could tell that Gwen's breasts were at least a cup size larger than I'd anticipated. She almost looked comical. The cute, girl-next-door face and body fitted with the tits of a porn star.

Finally, Lauren made her usual exasperated sigh and took off the red turtleneck that she'd borrowed from Kirstin. The skinny blonde was wearing a light blue bra with a racy, quarter cup that shoved her little tits outwards. Lauren was also better endowed than I'd anticipated, though it was still just a b-cup at best. We all gave her a little round of applause, even the girls, but Lauren shook her head as if to make it clear that we were all acting very immaturely.

"You're going to regret this," Lauren said.

"Deal, Peon," Kevin said.

Dante won the next hand and Kirstin lost. As soon as he dropped the last card, a smile crept across Dante's face, like he knew a juicy secret that no one else had figured out.

"I think our Peon should entertain her new Dalmuti," Dante said, "With a lap dance."

"No Dante," Lauren said it almost immediately, like disciplining her dog. Bad Dante. Bad boyfriend. Go to your crate.

"I think that's too far," Kirstin said. She gave me a questioning look and I nodded in agreement.

"No offense intended," Dante said, raising his hands in mock surrender, "How about you sit in my lap, instead?"

The group agreed that that would be more acceptable. Kirstin got out of her chair and perched on Dante's knee. Almost immediately, he put his hands on my wife's taut, bare stomach and pulled her back, so she was leaning against him. Kirstin gasped, then settled.

Their setup looked more uncomfortable than sexual. They kept bumping into each other and chuckling nervously. Still, I noticed a few times that Dante slipped his hand around my wife's bare tummy and even tickled his fingers upwards to the bottom of her bra. And, once, I caught Kirstin grinding her round buns back into Dante. But I only saw it for a second.

Maybe I was naive. Probably, I was distracted. Instead of worrying what my wife was up to (or, really, what Dante was up to with my wife) I was more focused on how much fun it would be to have Gwen, or even Lauren, on my own lap.

Or, for that matter, what item of clothing might come off next. Pants or bras was a heck of a choice to make. Like picking between burgers or burritos. The idea that Kirstin would be making the same decision didn't bother me in the moment. We were all friends. We were having fun. If everyone was happy where was the harm in it?

Kevin won Dalmuti. Kirstin, without even being asked, hopped off Dante's lap and climbed into Kevin's. She hadn't even lost the hand, but she perched on his legs anyway. At least Kevin didn't reach around to pull her close. If anything, he looked particularly nervous.

Gwen was the actual Great Peon, and she took it upon herself to issue her own punishment. After all, if my wife was sitting on her husband, then she should obviously do the same. Before I could process what was about to happen, the busty brunette slid onto my lap. Her butt bounced against my straining erection.

"Oh!" she said, then leaned back and whispered in my ear. "Nice."

No one else seemed to notice her reaction. But I definitely did. Especially when she not only stayed right there but squeezed her ass around my hard on. As if nothing at all was happening. Gwen brushed her long, light brown hair over her shoulder to keep it out of my face. I got a deep whiff: vanilla and alluring.

So now we had wives sitting on each other's husband's laps. Still mostly clothed. It's important to note that up to this point, in that moment, everything felt playful. Silly and safe. We were showing skin, sure, but no more than you'd see at the beach. We were touching, yes, but not in a way that would be considered inappropriate. I wasn't nervous or worried. A bit turned on, sure. But there's nothing wrong with that, right?

My cock twitched against Gwen's backside. The cute girl ground back against it. Nothing wrong at all.

"You girls are all wearing too much clothing," Dante said. I hadn't even noticed him winning the hand. "All of us boys are showing our bare chests. You should be bare, as well."

Everyone looked around the room, nervously. I felt myself pulled tight, like taffy. On the one hand, I was definitely down for seeing some bare breasts. Gwen's massive mounds and Lauren's little, pretty titties. On the other, I wasn't sure I wanted the other guys ogling my wife's own perky, near perfect boobs.

The girls, oddly, seemed similarly torn. I'd assumed they'd just shut it down, like the lap dance. Instead, they all eyed each other. As if, maybe, each woman did want to do this but was waiting for someone else to make the first move.

Instead, Kirstin offered a different option.

"I'll do pants," she said. My wife got off of Kevin's lap and put her hand near the snap of her jeans, as if signaling she was willing. I caught her eye and she smiled back at me, just a bit of nervousness leaking through.

"That works," Gwen said, bubbly as ever.

Lauren looked around the room, like hoping for help. Finally, she sighed. "Fine," Lauren said, and stood.

"One at a time," Dante said, wolfish, "Entertain your Dalmuti."

I felt like he was taking this whole role-playing thing a little too far, but I couldn't complain about where it was getting us. Yes, I was nervous about my wife showing off her body. But it wasn't anything more than you'd see at the pool. And, in return, I was getting an eyeful of Lauren and Gwen. Also drunk. Don't forget drunk.

Gwen, eager as always, was the first to go. She unsnapped her jeans and slid them down, stopping to work them over her wide hips. That was sexy as heck. Finally, she stepped out of her pants and did a little twirl. Her epically long hair arcing out around her like a light brown halo.

The busty brunette was wearing a pair of traditional, grey, cotton panties that looked more like men's briefs than something sexy .Just like with her bra; they were quite conservative, but, on Gwen, still quite alluring.

Lauren was next. Unlike with Gwen, her tan slacks slipped right past her near-nonexistent hips. To be fair, the skinny blonde was wearing Kirstin's clothes, so they made her seem even more stick-like than usual.

Lauren was wearing a pair of light blue, bikini-style panties that matched her bra. Dante gestured for her to spin around, but Lauren shook her head at him. The blonde woman seemed suddenly, surprisingly, shy. I was used to the very confident, 'I know I'm beautiful,' Lauren. Yet here she was standing very still. Arms around herself. Bent slightly. Almost like she was hoping we wouldn't notice her.

Dante didn't take no for an answer, so Lauren did a slow, self-conscious spin. Her pink legs tight together. Her little butt clearly clenched. Finally, she sat down, arms crossed, her glare just daring us to say something. That was more like the Lauren I expected to see.

Finally, Kirstin reached down and undid her jeans. She started to pull them down, then stopped.

"I forgot I was wearing these," she said and gave a bit of a nervous giggle. Kirstin stayed still, like hoping someone would let her slip out of this. No one at the table was going to give her an out. As much as I wanted to, having already seen the other two girls, I couldn't interrupt either. Finally, Kirstin gave a little shrug and kept going.

She had on a black, lacy thong. A particularly racy, exceptionally skimpy, actually quite nervy pair of underwear that barely covered her mound and had high straps over her hips. The back, obviously, showed everything.

"The skirt I was wearing shows panty lines," Kirstin said to me apologetically. "I didn't want anyone to see my underwear."

"Yes, that would be embarrassing," Kevin said with a smirk.

"I know, right!" Kirstin said. She did a little spin, showing off her cute, round butt. The bit of cloth barely visible between her buns. Then she sat back down, crossing her legs primly. It only accentuated her long, shapely legs.

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"You'd all better watch out," Lauren said, glaring mostly at her boyfriend, "I'm going to even things up." She clearly was still unhappy about being down to her undies. Gwen and Kirstin however, lounged in their chairs like this was an everyday occurrence.

"Maybe we should take a little break," I said. Seeing how quickly everything was moving, I was hoping to slow things down. And, hopefully, agree with my wife on where, exactly, we were headed.

Everyone agreed and got up. I had three gorgeous women now walking around my apartment in their underwear. How was this supposed to slow things down again? I stared as Gwen's bountiful chest bounced with every step. Drooled as Lauren's taut, perfect body prowled around the room. Gaped as my own wife, wearing a pair of very revealing underwear, floated from place to place.

Everyone took turns using the bathroom. Dante dug through my cabinets and found a last, lonely bottle of vodka. He poured each of us a glass, straight. Politely, I took a sip.

I waited till Kirstin was coming down the hallway by herself and herded her back into our bedroom.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yes, you?"

"This seems to be going really fast," I said.

"I know right?" Kirstin said. She glanced down at her mostly naked self. "Like, when did we take our pants off?"

"It was your idea," I said.

"Seriously?"

"How drunk are you right now?" I asked.

"I'm fine," Kirstin said, "I'm pretty sure I'm fine."

"I just want to make sure you're comfortable with everything," I said, "Where we are. Where this is going."

Kirstin lowered her eyelids. Gave me a nervous little look. OK, maybe she was playing around with me more than I realized.

"Gwen is adorable, isn't she?" Kirstin asked, "And Lauren is freaking hot."

"Dante, um, seems pretty handsome," I said, "And you said you thought Kevin was cute."

"I did," Kirstin said, "I do. I don't know. Maybe I did miss out on some fun stuff. Grew up too fast or whatever. Did you ever do those things? Play strip poker? Spin the bottle? Seven minutes in heaven?"

"No," I said.

"Do you ever...?"

"Sometimes."

Kirstin moved a little closer to me. Stared into me with her deep green eyes. So beautiful.

"I love you so much, Jacob. You're my everything."

I leaned forward. Put my hands on Kirstin's bare hips. Pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back. Hard.

"I love you, too."

"Would it be so bad?" Kirstin asked, "For one night?"

I paused. I have lots of excuses for what I said next. I was surprised when my wife slammed on the accelerator, rather than hitting the brakes. I was strung out from no sex for months. Drunk from all the alcohol. Distracted by the other, beautiful women. Didn't want to be the wet blanket when my wife was clearly running hot.

It's all empty excuses. In the moment, I knew exactly what I was doing. I looked my wife right in the eye. Fear and anticipation making my arms shake.

"No," I said, "It wouldn't be so bad. For one night."

"Just not too far," Kirstin said.

"Right," I said. I ran my hands up her flanks, teased at the beginnings of her bra.

"Well, maybe a little too far," Kirstin said, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

"Are you two planning on playing?" Gwen yelled out from the living room.

Kirstin and I pulled away from each other, panting. Searching each other one last time. And finding only acceptance.

We came out of the bedroom, holding hands. It had to look a little strange. Me without a shirt, my wife in her underwear, walking hand-in-hand like an old couple strolling through the park.

We took our same places around the table. Kirstin between Dante and Kevin. Gwen next to her husband and Lauren next to me. Cards and vodka resting in front of us.

Even though he'd won the last hand, Dante dealt out the cards. A smirk now permanently painted on his face.

While everyone looked at their hands and the Dalmutis and Peons exchanged cards, I took a moment to assess the situation. The girls were down to underwear. Us boys had managed to keep our pants. Yet I couldn't decide who it was safer to root for.

I had no doubt what would happen if the girls won. Ordinarily, just being in my boxers wouldn't be so bad. There was one problem, though: I was hard as a rock. That last make out session, on top of all the gorgeous girls, had me as erect as I could remember. It seemed like my dick was trying to reach my knees and was hard enough to push through my pants to get there. I knew I probably wasn't the only person sporting wood, but I didn't feel good about exposing my obvious hard-on to the group.

If the guys won, it would keep my privates private for another round, but I wasn't sure that the girls would take off more clothing. At least not yet. If the game went too far, too soon, I still felt like it might end. After my talk in the bedroom with Kirstin, I wasn't ready for that yet. And, even if the women did agree to undo their underwear, that meant my own wife would be exposed, as well. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, either.

Like I said, I was torn.

Fortunately, the cards decided for me. Kevin ended up as the Dalmuti while Gwen was the Peon. I saw the busty brunette look pleadingly over to her husband. I thought she was asking him to go easy.

Then Kevin said, "I think Gwen should go sit on Jacob's lap." Wait, what exactly were they up to? "I mean, all the girls should, um, sit on a guy's lap," Kevin continued.

"I'll take the lovely Kirstin," Dante said.

"And that leaves me with Lauren," Kevin said.

Gwen popped out of her chair and sat down on me. This was very different than before when she'd been clothed. There was nowhere I could touch the curvy brunette that didn't feel at least improper, if not completely inappropriate. I settled on holding onto her sides. Surprisingly, for a girl with such wide hips and huge tits, Gwen didn't have much of a tummy at all. When I put my hands on her bare skin, Gwen turned back and gave me a broad smile.

I assumed that Lauren would assume her usual prim position on Kevin's legs. But whether the tall, skinny boy pulled her back, or the hot blonde did it of her own volition, she ended up settling right at his center. Kevin, matching me, put his hands on Lauren's pale, pinkish waist. Her light brown eyes went wide, but she didn't say anything.

Finally, Kirstin climbed onto Dante. I expected him to go right for the goodies, but instead he also rested his palms on Kirstin's stomach.

"Your wife has a fantastic body," he told me, like he was commenting on a car I'd just purchased, rather than the love of my life.

"I do yoga," Kirstin said, "Plus I run three times a week."

"Lovely," Dante said, and he casually dragged his hand up my wife's side to demonstrate. Then he replaced his palms on the 'safety' of her stomach. As if any place now was truly safe. What had seemed like the harmless option the first time around was now unbelievably risque. How did we think a lap dance would be less dangerous than this?

I felt the warmth of Gwen's skin on my chest. She tossed her hair -- it was running over my shoulder and down my back. Her butt was right on my erection. There was no way she wasn't feeling it.

I imagined it wasn't much different for any of the other women. I noticed both Kirstin and Lauren settling back on their own selected seats. No doubt feeling the obvious reactions beneath them.

Kevin ordered the Peon, Kirstin, to deal. Dante suggested we finish our drinks and so we did. Again, I was trapped between rooting for both outcomes and neither.

Lauren won the hand and clapped, a wicked smirk sneaking across her face. She got off Kevin's lap and gestured for the other girls to do the same. Was it weird that it seemed like Gwen didn't want to go? Was it worrying that my own wife seemed similarly reluctant to leave Dante?

Yes and yes.

"Time to even things up," the attractive blonde said, rubbing her hands together like she'd just devised the perfect plan to capture the Smurfs. "Stand up boys, let's lose the pants one at a time. Dante, why don't you start?"

I didn't think the dark-haired man would have any problem with this and I was right. His shorts were around his ankles before he could even get out of his chair. As I'd seen before, he had on a pair of dark briefs that left little to the imagination. Even less so now that he was bulging out of them. He stood and did a little twirl, matching what the girls had done before. The room gave him a round of applause.

Kevin stayed seated, but quickly shucked off his jeans, staying completely under the table.

"Let's see what you've got," Lauren said, unable to conceal the interest in her voice. Kevin looked over at Gwen.

"He's a little embarrassed," Gwen said, smiling kindly at her husband.

"We're all a little embarrassed," Lauren said, "So let's go."

Kirstin turned to Kevin and put her hand on his shoulder. Like I said, we were older than them. It wasn't a parent-child kind of relationship; the age difference wasn't that big. We were more like older siblings. There was a trust there. I think Kevin and Gwen looked up to us, as people they might want to grow into some day. I wondered if they realized how envious we were of their own youth and vigor.

"It's OK," Kirstin said, smiling down at Kevin, "We're all friends here. It's not a big deal."

Kevin smiled wanly and slowly stood up. Then all of us realized that, whatever Kevin's feelings were about this moment, it was a big deal.

Kirstin, still looking at Kevin, audibly gasped. Lauren's pink face went practically purple. Even Dante had a look of shock on his face.

Kevin was wearing a pair of loose, white boxer shorts. They weren't nearly baggy enough. The shape and size of what his underwear was covering was clear. A bit of purple head even poked out of the right leg. My tall, skinny coworker was packing. But rather than be cocky about his clearly massive member, Kevin seemed legitimately uncomfortable. He did a little turn, then quickly sat back down, crossing his legs.

"S-see?" Kirstin said. The word came out all mangled. She cleared her throat and started again. "See, that wasn't anything to be embarrassed about."

"Not. At. All," Lauren said.

Both women turned to look at Gwen with new appreciation. The busty brunette smiled, clearly aware of how much her own standing had risen now that we saw the stud she'd pulled. Then she turned to look at me. With all the distractions, I was hoping to be forgotten, but Gwen wasn't going to let me go.

My own reveal was somewhere between the other two men. I stood up to take off my pants, like Dante had, but I was awkward and nervous like Kevin. I had on a pair of fairly flimsy blue boxer briefs. I turned around to show my backside.

"Hang on," Gwen said, "Just hold there for a second."

I was facing the kitchen, so no one could see my face go red. I could only imagine what had gone wrong.

"Nice butt," Gwen said.

"It's not bad," Lauren conceded.

"Can I, ummm?" I swear my voice cracked.

"Put your awesome buns away, babe," Kirstin said, a little lilt in her voice.

I quickly turned around and sat down, feeling oddly conscious of how I was sitting.

Despite my self-consciousness, for the first time in hours, I won the hand and was crowned Great Dalmuti. The table turned my way, expectant. All kinds of ideas flitted through my head. I knew I needed to keep things somewhat safe, at least for a little while. All of us were now down to our underwear. I don't think anyone -- OK maybe Dante -- was looking to get completely naked. But no one wanted to end the game here either.

"A bunch of us got massages before," I said, "so I think people should return the favor. Fairness and all."

I could see a look of relief cross the faces of the women, all of whom must have been sure I was about to strip them down. Seeing their reactions, I knew I'd made the right choice. The guys, at the same time, looked a little disappointed. But I had a solution for that, as well.

"Kirstin, you owe Kevin a backrub," I said. The tall boy immediately grinned. Not that my wife seemed overly disappointed, either. "Gwen, you go rub Dante."

"I guess I need to rub your feet?" Lauren said.

"You can do my back if you'd prefer," I said. The skinny blonde got up and stood behind my chair, resting her thin fingers on my shoulders. I could tell almost immediately that the other guys had gotten a better deal, but I expected that. Lauren was hot, but she didn't like me, and I was fine with it.

Gwen gave Dante an actual massage. She worked his shoulder muscles and neck so hard I thought it had to hurt. But all he did was loll back and groan.

Kirstin, though, didn't even bother with that pretense with Kevin. Instead, she ran her hands up his arms. Over his chest. Danced her nails over his nipples. My tall co-worker stared off, dreamy eyed.

Compared to those two, Lauren barely touched me. Like I said, this wasn't unexpected. But I was willing to sacrifice now in the hopes of having something better in the near future. Seeing the attractive blonde naked later would certainly balance things out.

When the massages were over, though, it felt like we were back in the same place. Again, we were all sitting around the table, wondering who would get undressed first. Everyone wanted to see, but no one wanted to start. It put us in a precarious position, because there was always going to be an imbalance which would allow one side to say 'no.'

It was Gwen, amazingly who came up with the solution.

The cute brunette dropped her last card with a wicked smile. It had been a while since she'd been the Great Dalmuti, and she was about to make the most of her opportunity.

"I think, from now on, we should all play naked," Gwen said. The room went silent. I was sure someone was about to argue, but there wasn't anything to say. No one could feel singled out because everyone would be completely undressed.

"So, we all get naked," Lauren said, "Just like that."

"Starting with the Great Peon and moving up the chain," Gwen said, "Yes."

For a moment, no one moved, and I wondered if we'd finally found our limit. I looked over at Kirstin and she gave me an odd look, something that spoke of nervousness, yes, but also desire. Worried that this might go forward. Disappointed that it might not.

Looking around the rest of the room, I saw the feeling was similar. No one wanted to admit that they wanted this to happen, but it was clear that everyone did. Lauren wanted to see what Kevin had under his boxers. Dante was clearly hoping to catch Kirstin. And, I won't deny it, I was desperate to see Gwen's ample chest exposed. To look at the bare, lovely Lauren.

I saw Kevin sneaking looks at both Lauren and Kirstin. My own wife doing the same with both Kevin and Dante. And Gwen, oddly, seemed to keep glancing over at me. We all knew where we wanted to go. But, again, none of us was willing to head out first.

Credit again to Gwen, then, because she'd chosen exactly right. The first person to strip, according to her rule, was the Great Peon. And the Great Peon was Dante.

The dark-haired man looked around the room with a wide, hungry grin. "If I must," he said, without a trace of the reluctance his words were supposed to carry. Then he stood up and slipped off his boxers. His penis was dark and quite hard.

I knew I shouldn't compare, that it was weird to care, but I was happy to see that I was slightly bigger than him. A little longer and a good bit thicker. Not that it did anything to lessen the room's appreciation of his naked form. I didn't need to look at the reactions from the women in the room to realize that Dante was a very good-looking guy.

His big reveal was complete, but Dante stayed standing, like it was perfectly normal to rock out with his cock out in the middle of our apartment. His dick stuck out almost comically. But no one was laughing. Instead, the room was heavy with anticipatory silence.

Kirstin was the Lesser Peon, so she went next. My beautiful wife stood up and gave the room a saucy smile, tossing back her shoulder-length dark brown hair. Then she reached back and unsnapped her black, lacy bra. Her breasts tumbled out into the open air. Kirstin's boobs were tear-drop shaped, about the size of small grapefruits. Her light brown nipples pointed outward, sharp.

Without pausing, Kirstin stepped out of her thong panties. My wife had a cute, little rounded butt. There was a small patch of dark hair over her sex. Her long and sexy legs, though, were her best asset. Even though we'd already seen them, they seemed even more impressive in the context of Kirstin's complete nakedness. I'd seen this woman undressed innumerable times in our ten years of marriage. Here, in the stark light of our apartment, surrounded by our friends, I felt like I was seeing my wife's body, truly, for the first time. Kirstin was amazing.

As my wife exposed herself to our friends, oddly, I felt happy for her. Kirstin had been awkward her whole life. While I always found her attractive, she'd blossomed into her true beauty after we'd been married. Now, for the first time, she was getting to show herself off. Enjoy the excitement of turning heads, of holding attentions. As the center of our universe, the gravity of what Kirstin was doing only increased her pull on the room.

Like Dante, my wife stayed standing behind her chair after her show was over. Kevin was next. He gave his wife a pleading look, but she returned no mercy.

"Go for it, babe," Gwen said, the enthusiasm racing through her voice. I knew the other two women were equally excited for Kevin's 'big' reveal.

The tall boy shook his head with disdain. He stood up and gradually lowered his boxers. As if every bit pained him. It only exacerbated the situation, I knew. Inch by inch, Kevin's cock was revealed to the room. It was like the opening scene in Spaceballs. Every time you thought that was the end, Kevin's cock kept going onward.

Finally, his boxers reached the end and his dick bounced upwards. We'd had the idea of it already, but this was more than I think we'd been able to anticipate. Maybe I'd seen bigger, I was sure I had in porn, but in-person was so much more impressive than on my laptop.

Kevin's dick settled down as he stepped out of his boxers completely. Unlike the first two reveals, no one was looking at Kevin's legs or ass. His length was almost obscene, perhaps twice as long as Dante's across the table. It was thick, too. Kevin was hard as a rock, yet the laws of physics insisted that his dick hang on an angle. It pulsed with his heartbeat. It was the kind of cock you read about in stories and say 'bullshit.' But there it was, real as anything, right in my living room. I'd have been less shocked if Kevin had pulled a leprechaun out of his pants.

"Wow," Dante said. The girls all giggled. Kevin went bright red. But he didn't move. He even kept his hands folded behind his back. He looked more like a man getting ready for the firing squad than showing off his dramatic dong, but at least he was trying to herd his sheepishness.

Following that performance was quite a task, but fortunately Lauren was more than up to the feat. She too, seemed oddly uncomfortable about exposing herself. Seriously, if Kevin, with his immense dick, and Lauren, with her smoking hot body, were nervous, what chance did us mortals truly have?

No matter how I felt about her as a person, I couldn't deny how much I was looking forward to seeing Lauren in all her glory. She stood up, her body almost folded on itself for how awkward and uncomfortable she was clearly feeling.

Lauren followed Kirstin's example and started by unsnapping her bra. The light blue fabric popped off, revealing a lovely pair of little tits. Lauren's boobs were about apple sized, slightly upturned and capped by puffy, cotton-candy pink nipples.

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The blonde woman seemed unaware of what she had revealed and, workmanlike, took off her underwear next. Her backside was almost nonexistant -- pink and just the right amount of perky. More importantly to my mind, her pussy was completely bare. Not even a strand of hair.

"Dante, um, likes it shaved," Lauren said, clearly abashed. Her boyfriend gave her a proud thumbs up.

Lauren, my God, was even more gorgeous than I'd imagined. Her skinny-straight body still screamed femininity. Every part of her was perfectly formed. From her sharp chin to the little blonde hairs now standing on end on her forearms.

Yet, the attractive blonde shied away from all our stares.

"Who's next," Lauren said, impatiently.

Gwen turned to look at me, giving me one of her naughty grins. And I'd thought following Kevin would be tough. I didn't have Dante's sculpted body or Kevin's ginormous cock. I was just me. Shortish, hairy-ish, with a bit of a gut and not much else.

Kirstin sensed my reluctance and said, with no small amount of pride, "Come on honey, show them what you've got."

I nodded and slowly slipped off my underwear. My dick popped up, like he couldn't be happier to say hello to everyone. Compared to Dante, I wasn't doing bad. Like I said, I was slightly longer than him, and I was even a little thicker than Kevin. If Dante was a nice-sized pickle and Kevin was carrying a goddammed eggplant, then I guess I had a fat banana? My balls were also probably the biggest in the room, but honestly, who cared about that?

"See?" Kirstin said, "Nice, right?"

"Even better than I imagined," Gwen said. Wait. Why was Gwen imagining?

"Turn around and show them the good stuff," Kirstin said.

I turned around so the room could get a good look at my backside.

"Nice," I heard one of the girls say. It sounded like Lauren, but I knew that was impossible.

"Bend over?" Gwen said. I did as I was bidden.

"He's got the Nightwing butt," Kirstin said, referencing the comics character famous for having a great ass. No one else in the room got the comparison, but I appreciated her saying it.

Finally, the girls let me stand back up. Like the rest of the group, I stayed upright. My dick poked at the hardwood table. I was going to need to scrub the hell out of the wood surface in the morning. Hell, I probably had to scour the entire apartment.

We all turned to look at Gwen, the last of us to be revealed. She blushed. Her perfect plan had finally turned on her. By saving herself for last, Gwen truly had all the attention.

As if she knew what we were all waiting for, Gwen took off her underwear first. Again, watching that cloth stretch around her wide hips was almost as alluring as what she uncovered. Gwen had a full, brown bush. Her backside was wonderfully. She totally had that figure-8 figure we all clamor for.

Gwen did her turn around, even bending over to match what she'd made me do. It was supposed to show her ass, but instead all I could see were her full, engorged labia poking out from between her legs. I had a mental image of taking the busty brunette from behind and quickly banished it. Focus on the moment, not on the stuff that will never ever happen.

Gwen stood back up and turned to face the room, giving all of us a wicked grin. She knew how much she'd been teasing us this whole time. She lifted up her arms and pulled her bra up over her head. Her breasts didn't so much come out as they exploded.

Gwen's hair was so long, it practically covered her huge tits. She brushed it back, as sexy as anything I'd seen that night, revealing her chest completely. It wasn't just that Gwen's boobs were immense, because they were. Her whole body seemed a size too small for her cleavage, making them seem even more incredible. A bit olive like the rest of her skin, with cherry red nipples, her breasts were bell-shaped and easily the size of a ripe honeydew melon. Maybe more.

Gwen lifted each amazing breast, giving it a little kiss and completing her performance. All of us were now naked. We all stared at each other, as if we didn't know what to do. There was nothing else to reveal. Dante had made his point: we all felt the fun of being the center of attention. Of taking frightening, but ultimately harmless, risks.

And that was it. Our game had ended. It had been a ton of fun, totally amazing and unpredictable. Unprecedented. But now, clearly, everyone was ready to move on.

"Another hand?" Kirstin asked.

We all nodded eagerly and sat down in our chairs. The sun had gone down. The storm had stopped. Every drop of alcohol in our apartment was gone. All six of us, now completely naked, got ready for another round of The Great Dalmuti.

All of us were primed. Our patience was fried. Everything we'd been teasing each other with was out in the open. It was time.

Dante, the Great Peon from the last round, dealt out the cards. We played the hand slowly, silent. Everyone glanced at each other, as if there really was more to reveal. I could complain that Kirstin kept looking across the table at Dante's chest. Was peeking between Kevin's legs. But how could I say anything when I couldn't stop staring at Lauren's perky tits and Gwen's massive melons?

For a moment, I let myself fantasize about what I would ask for if I won. The options were both impossibly circumscribed yet also completely unlimited. Everything I imagined seemed very risky or far too tame. Silly me, I thought I could still slow down the train. Even after it had already barreled past me.

It didn't matter because Dante won. He didn't even bother to wait for the rest of us to put down our cards. He leaned forward on the table, catching Kirstin's eye.

"Is this the first time you've seen a penis other than your husband's?" he asked my wife. Serious and sultry. A harsh interrogator, wearing a velvet glove. "You cannot lie to your Dalmuti."

Kirstin, bless her, blushed. "No," she said, her voice quiet. I waited for Dante to ask Gwen the same thing. What can I say, I was curious. But Dante continued to question Kirstin only. His eyes devouring every inch of her body with each word. I couldn't help but notice that my wife was watching him just as hungrily.

"You've had many boyfriends?" he asked.

"One," Kirstin said, "Besides Jacob, I mean."

"Jacob was your first?" Dante asked, nodding my way, "Your only?"

"Yes," Kirstin said. Her voice came out like a crackle.

Dante leaned back in his chair. For a moment, I thought that was it. I began to sweep up the cards from the table. I realized I was sweating. My heart pounding. Like I'd run a mile a moment before.

"Come sit," Dante said and patted his leg.

I looked at Kirstin and she eyed me back. The conversation ping-ponged between us. We didn't need the words. Was this going to be OK? Were we going to be OK?

I gave my wife a slight, subtle nod. Like I said, the opportunity to avoid this had already passed. Maybe months ago. We'd committed each other, unintentionally, to this moment. To try and stop it now would just be silly.

Kirstin stood up. Her chair scraped the floor so loud it echoed. She practically pranced around the table. Her amazing breasts jiggling in all the right ways. And then my naked wife sat down on Dante's bare lap.

Without another word, Lauren leapt out of her seat and sat similarly on Kevin. I looked over at Gwen. My last option was also, thankfully, my first choice. She gave me a flirty grin and sat down. Her bare thighs pressed into mine. My hard dick squished against her back. The pretense of pretending was over.

I put my hands around Gwen's waist and hugged her close. My nose to her neck. Her long hair cool on my chest. The heat of her sex on my thigh. Dripping warm and wonderful. I worried I was already going too far.

Gwen put her hands over mine and, without any hesitation, placed my palms over her incredible breasts. Both of us sighed as I squeezed. They felt even better than they looked. Soft, yet firm, spilling out over my hands. Nervously, I glanced around the room. I needn't have worried.

Lauren was sitting back against Kevin, her skinny legs spread wide. His massive cock jutted upward, like it was her appendage, not his. The gorgeous blonde was stroking up and down Kevin's dick, lazily. She could have easily stacked both her fists with room to spare, I realized.

I turned my head to Dante and Kirstin, sitting next to me. The dark-haired, handsome man had his hands on my wife's breasts. Rubbing and pressing. Kirstin's hand was under her leg, and I could tell just by the motion that she was stroking Dante off. My wife caught me looking, eyed where I had my own hands, and gave me a wink. She didn't stop fondling Dante, nor did he move his hands from her chest.

I focused back on the beautiful, buxom girl on my own lap. I pressed my lips to her neck lightly and she shuddered. She reached down between her legs and found my dick. As her little hand closed around my hardness, I groaned. God, it felt amazing to be touched by this woman after so long without any contact. Not just the taunt and tease of the entire afternoon but weeks, months, of unwanted celibacy.

The reason for it flooded my mind and, for a moment, I thought about reminding Kirstin exactly why we were both so worked up. The reason we weren't having sex. But then I realized how ridiculous I was being. We'd never go that far. It just wouldn't happen. And I'd look like an ass reminding my wife that way.

Instead, I settled into the sensations of Gwen rubbing my cock. Like she did everything, the buxom brunette stroked me with an infectious enthusiasm. I massaged her massive chest, rolled her nipples with my fingers. I'd never felt anything like Gwen's glorious gourds.

"Better than I imagined," Gwen breathed.

"What?" I asked, intimately.

"I, um... God this is embarrassing but I'm stroking your dick so whatever," Gwen said. So quiet I could barely hear her. Her breath in my ear almost as erotic as her hand on my cock. "I kind of have a huge crush on you."

"Seriously?" I said.

"I like older guys," Gwen said, "And you're always so fun and sweet. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's awesome," I said, "I kind of have a crush on you, too."

"You mean these?" Gwen asked, shaking her chest to make her point.

"No, I mean you," I said, "You're always so energetic and playful. I always enjoy things more when you're around."

Gwen leaned her head back and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue danced at my mouth and I let it slip in. I slid my hands away from her breasts, reluctantly, and found her pussy. God, she was wet. So slippery I could barely keep hold of her. I gently teased at her folds.

Kevin groaned loudly and we both looked over. Lauren had slipped down to her knees and taken his humongous dick into her mouth. She could only get maybe a quarter of the way down his shaft, but she slurped and licked with so much enthusiasm it clearly didn't matter.

"Is this OK?" I asked Gwen. "Your husband is... We're..." I couldn't even speak the words. Fortunately, I didn't have to. The voluptuous brunette responded by dropping down to her knees and sucking me into her mouth. And I'd thought her hand was heaven. Slippery and sensuous, Gwen slurped up and down my shaft. What she lacked in skill, like always, she made up for with passion. She worked my dick like it was the world's most wonderful treat.

"Ah, your wife is an amazing cocksucker," Dante said. I looked over and saw my beautiful, wonderful Kirstin knelt down between Dante's legs. For a moment, the jealousy washed over me. But even that seemed to only enhance the eroticism of seeing the love of my life sucking off another guy. Having gorgeous Gwen gobbling my knob at the same time certainly helped.

Dante put his hand behind Kirstin's head. Twined her hair in his fingers and held her in place. Slowly, he began thrusting into my wife's waiting mouth. She made a little choking noise as he slid in deeper. I knew that Kirstin didn't like it rough, but she didn't do anything to stop Dante.

"Lauren, she is not bad, no?" Dante continued, gesturing over to where the beautiful blonde was fellating Kevin, as if this was a casual conversation. "But your Kirstin is a natural."

I half expected my wife to choke out a 'thank you' but she just kept blowing Dante. Which I guess was answer enough. Dante's movements increased in speed and intensity. He really was fucking Kirstin's face now. My beautiful wife's face went red. The choking sounds got more frequent.

"Ah. Ah yes," Dante said, "Ahhhhhhh." His body stiffened. Kirstin's eyes popped wide.

Glug. Glug. Glug.

Dante deposited his seed right down Kirstin's throat. She grunted and ripped her head out of his grip, gasping. Dante wasn't done though, and a blast of his cum splattered Kirstin's face. Another. Long white streaks of his semen ran down her forehead and cheeks. Dante sat back, letting his sperm fountain over my wife. He gave me an appropriately cocky grin.

"Now that is a good girl," Dante said. He reached down and patted Kirstin's head. My wife turned to look at me, her face splattered with another man's seed, giving me a kooky smile.

"How's Gwen?" she asked.

Unlike Dante, the busty brunette was taking her time on me. Licking languidly up and down my cock. Savoring it. She didn't realize, she could have been going full bore for hours and it wouldn't make a difference. Much as I wanted to give Gwen a facial to match my wife's, I knew it wasn't going to happen. Not that I had much to complain about with how the cute girl was going after me.

"Really good," I said. If I was being honest, Kirstin gave a better blowjob, but I wasn't going to criticize a woman in the middle of her giving me head. I figured I'd at least wait till the end of the evening before composing a complete, constructive critique.

"Oh fffffuck!"

All four of us looked to the other side of the table. Lauren was leaning forward, bent in half. Her pussy slowly sinking onto Kevin's cock. Her face was cinched in something that looked a lot like pain.

"I just had to," Lauren said, almost apologetically, "Had to try."

Gwen waved her off, as if to say that she completely understood. Like even the act of asking would have been ludicrous. The busty brunette went back to lazily sucking my dick.

The rest of us watched, fascinated, as Lauren tried to fit Kevin's cock up her cunt. The tall, skinny boy lay in his seat, his head hanging back. Eyes closed. Lauren's light brown eyes, on the other hand, were wide open. Her mouth gaped like she was trying to fit his dick in there, instead.

The beautiful blonde slid back slowly, grunted, backed off. Tried again.

"Fuck me," Lauren said.

"He's trying," Dante said and laughed jovially. His dick now hung limp on his thigh. Kirstin still knelt in front of him, supplicant, like she was hoping he might give her more.

Lauren kept working Kevin's cock into herself. It was like watching a weird magic trick. Hypnotic. It reminded me of seeing a snake slowly swallow a cow, entranced over how it could happen, even as I saw it before my very eyes.

Finally, about halfway down, Lauren stopped. "No, no, no," she said, almost a pained gasp. "I think that's as far as I can go."

She started rocking back and forth on that massive tool. Knuckles white as she gripped the table. Kevin lay back, letting Lauren work herself on his pole. His face euphoric.

"So big," Lauren said, "So full."

"She's really tight, hon," Kevin said.

"I bet she is, babe," Gwen said, her mouth full of my cock.

Lauren increased her speed, but she still couldn't get more than halfway down Kevin's dick. She worked herself back and forth as hard as she could. Making grunts and growls that, a few moments before, I would have sworn were beneath her. Watching Lauren slowly devolve over Kevin's massive cock was maybe the sexiest thing I'd seen from her yet.

Then it got even better. Lauren's body stuttered. Her eyes fluttered. Her face flushed. I didn't need any familiarity with the blonde woman to know she was about to cum.

"Oh... Oh fuck!" Kevin shot up. His eyes wide. He pulled his dick out of Lauren just as it exploded. A font of white fired out and landed on our table. Kirstin turned back, glaring. "Oh God. I'm so sorry," Kevin said, his dick detonating everywhere. "I couldn't."

"I was so close," Lauren said, like she was lecturing him. She practically had her hands on her hips.

"I know," Kevin said, "You just felt so good." His dick finished spurting, then started to slowly droop down. Even flagging, it was still a flagpole. The look on his face was somewhere between extreme satisfaction and epic embarrassment.

Lauren looked over at her boyfriend. "I need to get off," she said. Her voice heavy with desire.

"I'm no good to you," Dante said, gesturing at his sated shlong.

Lauren's eyes fixed on me. I was the only one remaining with an erection. She looked down at Gwen, still sucking me off.

"Gwen please," Lauren said. The buxom brunette, game as always, just smiled and stepped away.

"Sure thing," she said, like she was sharing her dessert instead of her husband's friend's dick.

Lauren looked at me as I sat back in the chair. I knew she didn't like me. Would rather have gotten off with Kevin or Dante. Or a bedpost somewhere. But I was her only option. She started to turn around, like she had done before with Kevin.

I put my hand out and stopped her.

"Come here," I said. I got up and led Lauren over to the couch. I gently laid her down on the cushions. She spread her pink, spindly legs.

"You're gorgeous," I told her. She rolled her eyes as if to say, 'I know.'

I climbed over her. I could tell by her face she wouldn't let me kiss her. Instead, I pressed my lips to her chest. Kissed my way over to her breast, then latched onto a pink, puffy nipple. She let out a little gasp.

The rest of the room was sated, or at least on pause. I assumed they were all watching us. I don't know for sure because I stayed focused on the beautiful woman beneath me. I kissed and licked lower. When I got to her stomach, she twitched, then stilled. I got closer to her mound. I could smell her, wafting upwards. Heady and wonderful.

"Don't. I'm not..." Lauren said. But before she could finish the thought, I sucked on her vulva. I felt her body go taut, then fall limp. I lapped up her dripping slit, tasted her feminine honey. Kissed around her opening and licked, hard, on her stiff little clitty. Folded my tongue and buried it in her waiting snatch.

I feasted on Lauren's sex. Her earlier reluctance was lost. Her legs snapped around my back. Her fingers gripped at my hair. She started making little grunts and groans. Almost as loud as with Kevin before.

"Oh. OH!" Lauren's whole body seemed to wrap around my skull. She squeezed so tight that I felt my heartbeat in my head. Finally, Lauren went lax. She fell back into the couch. Her already beautiful face, pink with pleasure, was even moreso in post-orgasm repose.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my Kirstin lying back on the dining room table. Kevin was between her legs and licking with abandon. Meanwhile Dante was sitting back, the king on his throne, lazily fondling Gwen's breasts while she played with his rapidly re-stiffening cock.

Kirstin pulled my face to hers. She kissed me hard, then looked me in the eyes. I couldn't make out what I saw there.

"Wow," she said, breath short from the kiss and the cum, "I mean. I've never. Not like that."

Lauren grabbed my shoulders and softly rolled me over. Now she was on top of me. She gave me another kiss. Her pink, puffy nipples brushed against my chest hair. This wasn't just fooling around anymore. Somehow it had become intimate.

Lauren reached down and found my cock. Squeezed it. Centered me. For a moment, I paused. This was so much farther than I'd ever imagined going. With Lauren. With anyone not my wife. Even the oral had seemed like something less. Over the line, yes, but not much more beyond that. But this...?

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Lauren squeezed my ass, pulled me forward, and my cock slipped into her. For the first time in over a decade, I was inside a woman who was not my wife. Whatever worries I had were forgotten. The beautiful blonde rose up my cock, then settled down deeper. After she'd ridden Kevin's massive stick, I wondered if she would even feel me. If anything, she was even tighter than I could have imagined.

After the third thrust, I was finally buried to the hilt inside spectacular, sexy Lauren. Absently, I heard female gasps and male groans behind us. I didn't even turn to look. My whole universe was this stunning woman, riding up and down my cock.

Her eyes went wide and wet. Her whole body started to convulse. The little blonde hairs on her forearms stood up straight. I hugged her tight to my chest.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"N-no," Lauren said. I looked at her again. I realized the look in her eyes and realized she was scared. Not terrified. More like she felt herself losing control. Vulnerable in a way she wasn't used to. She was shaking even more now, great shivers with every stroke of my cock.

Her eyes crossed slightly. Mouth opened. She orgasmed again. I held her as tight to me as I could. A rock in the storm of her pleasure. She thrashed in my arms. Whimpered. I felt her tears soak my shoulder.

Finally, she stilled.

"That was amazing," Lauren said, leaning back. Looking on me with new eyes. "You're amazing. Kirstin is so lucky."

She started to lift off me but stopped. "Wait, you're still hard?"

I nodded.

"You didn't...?"

I shook my head.

"Fuck me," Lauren said.

"That's what I'm trying to do," I said, imitating Dante from before.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," Lauren said. She started to ride up and down on my cock again. She had a new confidence. Now she was moving faster. Arms around my neck. Tits flying. I realized how much she'd been trying to maintain control of herself, even with Kevin. But her orgasms with me had set her free.

Lauren no longer cared how she looked. About the squelching, wet noises her cunt made on my cock. Her feral grunts and mewls. Lauren chased her own pleasure with abandon, and it was amazing. Like finally seeing her true self. And it was even more beautiful than the one she hid behind.

I heard slapping noises and couldn't help myself. I had to see what was going on.

Gwen was bent over our table, her massive breasts smushed practically flat against the wood. Dante was behind her, shoving his cock into her pussy. And on the other side of the table was my own wife, mirroring Gwen. Her body bent over, supplicant. Kevin was behind her, slowly filling her with his immense dick.

"Oh my God," Kirstin said. Her face crushed between pleasure and pain. Kevin was about halfway in her. Shoving deeper.

"You've got this," Gwen said, a weird, calm dichotomy with what was going on around her. Her backside bounced lewdly while Dante fucked her hard. But her top half was loving, affectionate, holding Kirstin's hand tightly and lightly stroking her face. "It'll be so good. You can get there, I promise."

"How do you do this?" Kirstin asked. "Ohhhhhhh. Take all that cock?"

"I did it, babe," Kevin said, like he'd just won at Flamme Rouge, "I got it all the way in."

"Oh fuck," Kirstin said. Eyes rolling back. "So fucking full."

"Go slow, babe," Gwen said, "Let her get used to the monster."

"Trying," Kevin said, "She feels so good." He drew back, then stuffed my wife full again. Their pace increased. Kirstin and Gwen held hands as their partners plowed into them. The table squeaking and creaking like it would break any second. The two women seeming just as fragile.

Both seemed to sense me looking. They turned their heads my way. As soon as Kirstin saw Lauren riding me, my wife's eyes crossed, and I saw an orgasm rip right through her.

The jealousy grabbed at my chest again. Another man was balls deep in my wife. Making her cum with his massive cock. Had she ever made those faces with me? Grunted and groaned like that? I couldn't say.

Lauren kissed me hard, drawing my attention back.

"She's OK,' the blonde said, "Kirstin's having fun. Don't worry so much."

"Worry about you, instead?" I asked, with a smirk

"Oh, I'm having fun," Lauren said, wickedly. "And. I'm. Never. Going. To. STOP!" On her last word, another cum rolled over her. "Wow. Fuck."

Lauren slowed for a second, panting. Her body slick with sweat. She took a deep breath and started humping me again.

"You going to go soon?" she asked. "I want you to cum. Need you to cum. It's OK, I promise. I'm safe."

Lauren was beautiful. Her body was amazing. Her pussy wet and tight. She rode me wild and it felt wonderful. I didn't have the heart to tell her, I was nowhere near cumming. Even now, with a literal orgy going on behind me and a gorgeous woman riding my dick, the SSRI had me in its thrall. Lauren was going to strip the skin from my dick before she pulled the cum from my body.

I felt a touch on my shoulder and looked up. Gwen stood over me, wearing only a shy smile. I looked over to see that Dante had left her high and dry. My wife was now squatting on the floor. Bouncing up and down on Kevin's cock. Dante, himself, was standing over her, his dick in her mouth. She sucked at him with abandon.

Seeing my wife getting spit-roasted was hard enough. Seeing how much she seemed to enjoy it, was even harder. She was riding Kevin, hard. Dante reached down and pinched her nipples. Both of these men were using my wife for their pleasure. Yet it was strangely also the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Gwen got my attention back by sliding her massive breast over my face. Instinctually, I began to suckle on her stiff nipple.

"Hope this is OK," Gwen said to Lauren.

The blonde girl laughed. "You should try his tongue on your twat, it's even better than his foot rubs."

Gwen paused for a moment. Like she wasn't sure if Lauren was kidding or not. Finally, the buxom brunette shrugged and pushed me back. Lowered her pussy down to my lips.

Gwen's cunt was different than Lauren's obviously. For all her outsized other parts, Gwen's sex was trim and tidy. Her clit was barely noticeable beneath her folds. But I found it, sure enough, and felt her stiffen above me. Now, even if I wanted to see what was going on with Kirstin, I couldn't. I didn't even know what Lauren was up to, besides riding my dick.

I kept my focus on forcing Gwen over the top. Her taste was stronger than Lauren's, muskier, and I found I liked it quite a lot. The young girl rode my face. When I missed the right spot, she shifted me back with her thighs. I reached up with my hands and squeezed her ample ass. Brushed her anus with my thumb. Even through her flesh, I heard Gwen make a sexy little squeak.

Lauren popped up and down on my cock like an automaton. Gwen ground down on my tongue. We were like a strange, sloppy machine. An organism of orgasm, each part working in concert towards the greater goal.

"Your tits are amazing," I heard Lauren say. Her voice was distant, like I was listening through a cell phone with a bad connection. Or a pair of tin cans with a string.

"Oh, I love yours, too," Gwen said, "They're practically perfect."

In my head, they were fondling each other while they said this. I know it was unlikely in actuality, but a man can dream.

I flattened my tongue against Gwen's clit and rubbed back and forth as hard as I could. She squealed, then went stiff. She fell forward and I saw Lauren sitting on my cock. She stiffened. Her body stretched out.

"Cumming," Lauren said, a gasp, her thin lips pressed tight.

"Me... too," Gwen said. Shaking as she lay on top of me.

"I've got you," Lauren said. The two women hugged each other tight as they both went over the top together. Then tumbled over.

My cock stood straight up hard, shadowing the two of them.

"How are you still hard?" Lauren asked. She looked exhausted. Her hair was pasted to her forehead. She could barely hold herself up.

"It's like he's got an everlasting gobstopper," Gwen said.

"More like an everlasting cuntstopper," Lauren said, "I've never cum like that in my life." Both girls giggled at their joke.

In that moment, it was too much to explain my pharmaceutically controlled condition, so instead I shrugged like it was nothing.

"Let me give it a go," Gwen said, like she was doing Lauren a favor. She took my hand and pulled me up off the cushions.

Back behind the couch, Kirstin was still squatting over Kevin. Whatever trepidation she had about his tremendous tool was lost. She was piledriving herself up and down on his cock. Her face twisted in incomprehensible ecstasy. She'd given up on sucking Dante. Instead, he stood there watching, lazily stroking her hair and occasionally reaching down to tweak her nipple.

Kevin saw us both and gave his wife a weak grin.

"How's she doing for you?" Gwen asked.

"So good," Kevin said, "Not going to last much longer."

If Kirstin heard him, she didn't care. She drove herself up and down on that enormous dick. Breasts flying with every bounce. Her tiny pussy wrapped tight around his cock in a way that was fascinating just from the physics of it.

Kevin wasn't kidding about getting close. A moment later, he groaned. His balls went taut. Kirstin jumped off his dick and spun around. She grabbed Kevin's cock in both hands and pumped him. A moment later, a geyser of cum catapulted out of him.

The first burst looked like a bucket's worth. It splashed against my wife's entire torso. A gout of hot liquid running across her shoulder blades, over her breasts, and down her tight tummy. Then another, impossibly almost as much. It was his second go already, but Kevin was deluging my wife in his desire.

Another explosion. Another. Kirstin was dripping in baby batter. Her face, still wet from Dante, took another drenching. She fell back, finally, looking like she'd been swimming in semen.

Kevin sat up, looking at what he'd done to my wife. "Wow," he said.

"Holy fuck," Kirstin said, idly playing with some of the sperm on her tit as she lay sprawled back, "You really let it go."

Dante walked over and helped my wife up to her knees. What looked at first like a gentlemanly gesture quickly shifted, however, as he pushed her head towards his waiting hardness. Kirstin didn't pause. She opened wide and dutifully began sucking Dante off again.

Gwen got down on all fours in front of me, capturing all my attention. I remembered before, when she'd bent over and I'd pictured her this way. What I'd thought of as an impossible fantasy had turned out to be a premonition.

I reached over and started to play with Gwen's pussy. Lightly stroking her outer lips.

"No, just give it to me," Gwen said.

I lined myself up and slid into the buxom brunette. She groaned as I filled her. She was surprisingly tight, especially for someone who was used to getting it regularly from Kevin.

I gripped Gwen's hips and started to slowly fuck her.

"Harder," she said, "Give it to me."

Unintentionally, I looked over at Kevin who was now slumped, half-conscious, against the far wall. He gave me a limp shrug.

Jokingly, I slapped Gwen's ass.

"Yes, like that," Gwen said. I was surprised to see the bubbly girl liked it rough, but I gave in. I spanked her butt cheek again. Pounded her pussy. Her massive tits hung down, flying everywhere.

I looked up and saw Dante slip his dick out of Kirstin's mouth. Not too roughly, he pushed her down, so she was on all fours. Presented that perfect pussy up to him. It was a position, I knew, that Kirstin didn't actually enjoy. She said she found it demeaning. Instead of saying anything, though, Kirstin stayed completely still, letting Dante examine her upturned ass like it was a new installation at the museum.

Finally, Dante took his prize. He adjusted his stiff cock and slowly fed it into Kirstin's well-used cunt. I thought I heard a little sob escape from her mouth as he filled her. Then, almost immediately, she reacted in a far different way.

"Oh. Uhn. Oh God. Oh yes." Kirstin said, "Oh that feels so gooood."

I wasn't used to my wife talking during sex. She'd always been quiet with me. Now though, either because she had an audience, or Dante was doing something incredible to her, Kirstin was spewing forth nonsense like it was nothing. "Fuck. Fuck me. Oh. UHN. Dante. So good. Fu-uh-uh-uh-uck me."

I might have noticed more, except Gwen was giving me a monologue of her own. "Slap my ass. Take me. Oh God. Pinch my nipples. Harder. Use me. Oh fuck. You have no idea how bad I wanted you. Kevin knows. We both had a crush on you guys. Used to, used to play. In bed. Pretend we were with you. OH! So much better than I thought it would be. Did you -- fuck -- did you want me, too?"

"Oh yes," I said, "Your huge tits under those fuh-fuzzy sweaters. Your big blue eyes. Always so enthusiastic. Innocent. God, Gwen I wanted you so much."

"Would you stroke it? Thinking about me?"

"Y-yes," I said. I didn't dare look over at Kirstin while I confessed. If she was listening, at that moment, I didn't even care.

"Oh God, that's so hot," Gwen said, "Gets me off so good. Oh. Promise me. Promise me you'll let me see it. I want to watch you stroke that cock for me."

I started to pull back, but I swear, somehow Gwen's cunt clamped down and held me in.

"Next time," the bouncy brunette said. Next time?! "You can show me. I p-promise. Oh, you're fucking me so good! Oh, Kev. Was Kirstin good for you, too?"

"Y-yeah," Kevin said, eyes so distant he may as well have been looking at Mars. "Kirstin's body, her pussy, so tight. Dude. Your wife. She's an awesome fuck. Incredible."

"Oh, fuck yes," Dante said in rapturous agreement. Slamming back and forth into Kirstin. "She is such a spectacular little slut."

Kirstin only moaned in response.

"Gwen's great too," I said. God this was so wonderfully weird.

"Oh, I'm getting close," Gwen said, "Going to cum on your awesome cock. Fuck! Rapunzel me. Please. Put me over the top."

"What?" I asked. I mean, I watched enough porn, I figured I knew all the catchphrases, but this was a new one.

"Rap... Pull my hair," Gwen said, "Sorry, that's what Kev and me call it."

I grabbed Gwen's long tresses, wrapped them like a bridle around my fist, and pulled back hard. The buxom brunette screamed, and I faltered. Then I realized she wasn't in pain, she was cumming. Her pussy rippled up and down my shaft.

While Gwen slowed, panting hard, I heard the vigorous slaps of another man giving it to my wife. Kirstin was watching us. Her eyes half-lidded. Mouth hanging open. Cum dripping off her arms, her chest, her face. All she could do was let out little grunts as her body took a massive battering from behind.

"Fuck. Your wife is such a good fuck," Dante said, "A machine. Like she was made for it. Her pussy, it squeezes so hard, like she is begging for my dick."

I didn't know why these guys kept feeling the need to tell me how fun it was to fuck my wife, but they did. Meanwhile I did my best to focus on Gwen while her husband stared at us in the distance.

I felt someone else watching us and looked over. Lauren was standing off to the side. I'd almost forgotten about her, honestly.

"Holy fuck, how is he still going?" Lauren asked.

"I don't know," Gwen said, "It's amazing. He's wearing me out. You want another shot at him?"

"My pussy is so sore," Lauren whined, "It hurts just to look at you two. It's so hot though. I want you to tell me about it. Let me know how it feels."

"His cock's so good," Gwen said. "He's thrusting into me. Like he'll never stop. Pulling my hair. Slapping my ass. I've cum like... Lost count. I keep cumming. OH!"

Lauren moved to the other side of the room. She knelt down next to Kirstin. "Told you Dante was amazing."

"Uh huh," Kirstin said. Words were not her strong suit anymore.

"You're the only one who's had all three," Lauren said, "So you have to tell me who was better."

"Wha?" Kirstin asked. Her green eyes were so bright, they were practically glowing.

"Like before," Lauren said, as if it was obvious, "With the drinks and the massages. I want to know who's best."

Kirsten responded with a long, low moan as yet another orgasm ran through her. Her head lolled forward and Lauren laughed, loud and musical.

Then I lost the ability to pay attention as Gwen's pussy rippled around me. Her own orgasm ripped through her. She fell forward onto her arms. She didn't even have the strength to hold herself up anymore. Still, gamely, she pumped her pussy back and forth on my dick.

Suddenly, for the first time, I felt that little tingle at the tip of my cock that told me I was going to cum. It was like the arrival of the rapture. Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanzaa, and Diwali combined. A gift from every god in the known universe. I was, finally, going to reach my peak.

"Oh God. Gwen. Getting close," I said. The whole room seemed to sense the import of my words.

"Oh yes!" Lauren said. "That's a girl! You did it!"

"There you go, babe," Kevin said.

Even Kirstin looked up with a wan smile. "Wow, good for you, Gwen. Even I can't do that these days."

Gwen grinned and blushed at the room, like she'd just won the big game and we were all her cheerleaders. Then she slowed.

"You have to do it," Lauren said, "You won, so you get the prize. Let him fill you up. I promise it'll blow your mind."

"It's OK, babe, you earned it," Kevin said.

Gwen dutifully lowered her head and started to rock back and forth on my cock again.

"Yes!" Lauren cheered, "Do it. Take that load like a good slut."

I reached forward to squeeze Gwen's massive tits, but it messed with my rhythm, so I sat back. Thrusted into her. Hips slapping hard.

"Oh fuck..." Gwen said. "Are you getting close?"

"Yes," I said, "Finally."

"I think I'm gonna. Fuck. Already cumming so much. Feel like... Feel like a big one's going to hit."

"Gwen," I said, suddenly frantic. Thinking about her hesitance before. About my own wife. "Can I...? I'm getting close and I want to..."

"Yes!" Lauren said, as if it was her choice to make.

"Inside," Gwen said, "Please. Cum in me. Inside is OK. Just... just cum. Oh fill me up. I want it allll."

"Do it," Lauren said, "Cum in that slutty pussy."

I reached around Gwen's hip and found her clit. I rubbed it hard. She stiffened. I took her in for one last time. This girl I'd lusted after for so long. Her huge breasts and full bottom. Her pussy squeezed down tight on my cock.

And finally -- FINALLY! -- I felt the cum race up my shaft. My balls went taut. The tingling raced all over me. Sparks of pleasure building into conflagrations throughout my body

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. Gwen stilled, like bracing herself.

I spewed forth into her pussy. My first orgasm in weeks. Months of pent-up energy unleashed all at once. My essence spewed forth like a raging river bursting through a dam. An ocean of ecstasy now flooding forth.

As I fired, I felt Gwen buck beneath me. "Ohhhhhhhh YES!" she screamed. "Oh, he's cumming in MEEE-HE-HE-HE!"

Before, when I had these marathon sessions, even the orgasm was disappointing. Almost painful. There was no agony here. Only bliss. The pleasure punched me in the chest. Stole my breath. Grabbed hold of my head and squeezed so hard I thought my brain was about to burst.

I dumped my seed into Gwen's waiting pussy. So much that I felt like I could have painted the walls of our apartment if I pulled out. Instead, the only walls I painted were the ones in Gwen's tight little cunt. I splashed through her cervix. Washed out her womb. She cried out, shouting her pleasure as I poured into her. So much I could already feeling it leaking over my balls.

Gwen toppled forward. My dick popped free, somehow still spurting like an oil derrick.

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"Oh wow," I heard Lauren say, distant. The cum splashed onto my chest, warm. It slowed. Dribbling down. The world went dull. Hazy. I heard a buzzing in my ears. Saw a white, fuzzy fog. But nothing more.

I felt little kisses tracing down my chest. I opened my eyes and saw Lauren over me, slowly licking me clean. Like a hungry kitty. The pretty blonde gave me a shy smile, but she didn't stop.

"That was amazing," she said.

"You have no idea," Gwen said, bent forward, head buried. Her voice tremulous.

"Oh God."

I looked up, past Lauren. Dante was still fucking my Kirstin from behind. Pumping her pussy. Her amazing breasts swung rhythmic with every shove. Her hair splayed everywhere. Face red. Mouth open panting.

"I'm cumming," Kirstin said. "Again. He keeps making me cum. So good. Oh God."

I did my best to get up and reached my hand out. Kirstin squeezed it back. I held hands with my wife while another man fucked her from behind. Her grip tight on me, holding on for dear life.

"Oh Jacob," Kirstin said, "Baby. I'm so sorry. He's fucking me so good."

"It's OK," I said, meaning it. Whatever envy I had left had been drowned in cum. I could only enjoy watching as my beautiful Kirstin reached her own peak. Eyes rolled back. Spine arched. Face in a trembling rictus of overwhelming, incomprehensible pleasure.

"Keep... Keep cumming," Kirstin said, "Can't take much more."

"You can do it," I said, warmly. "You're so beautiful. So sexy. My amazing, wonderful wife."

Kirstin smiled, then her face went expressionless. I saw it all in slow motion.

"Oh... OH... OH! I'm... AH!" Kirstin curled up as the pleasure overtook her.

Dante grunted. I could see from his face he was close. I waited, expectantly, for him to pull back. He thrust forward, deep as he could

Kirstin's eyes got huge.

"Oh no."

The orgasm overtook her. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Oh YES!" Dante cried out. My wife squeezed my hand as another man inseminated her unprotected pussy.

Kirstin cried out. Shook as another man filled her fertile womb. For a second, I saw her body try to fight it. As if she could stop something that had already happened. And then the orgasm grabbed hold and she was gone. "He's cumming in me. Fuck that feels so... Oh. Can't stop... So good!"

Lauren jumped up and ripped her boyfriend back, but it was already too late. Kirstin sprawled forward. Dante's cum bubbled out of her cunt. Ran in rivulets down her thigh.

"Oh fuck," Kirstin said, stupidly. Still mid-cum. Her face pressed into the floor. "I think he... Oh."

I watched as the orgasm washed over my wife. The cums rolled through her. One after another like a chain reaction. Her cunt still trying to suck another man's seed into her fertile womb.

Finally, she calmed. Her whole body went slack. "Come on, babe," I said, helping my wife off the ground.

"Jacob I... I think I fucked up," Kirstin said.

"It's OK," I said, "You're OK."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

I grabbed my wife by the shoulders and helped her back to the shower. I doubted it would do anything, but I helped her wash her pussy out. Dante's sperm leaked out of her in great, white gouts. God, how much had he put in her?

Afterwards, I grabbed a towel and wrapped Kirstin in it. Her eyes were wide open, scared. I held her tight. I led Kirstin back to bed and laid her down. I kissed her forehead. She was already passing out. I shut the door behind me.

Our guests were all still sitting in the living room, naked, around the table. I saw someone had made coffee. I grabbed myself a mug.

"We're really sorry," Lauren said. She elbowed Dante and he nodded, absently.

"It's fine," I said, "Tonight was... It's fine."

"We can go get the morning after pill tomorrow," Gwen said. She smiled shyly. "I mean, I'm going to need it too."

Oh fuck.

"You mean you're not..."

"It's OK," Gwen said, "I told you to do it."

"Yes, but." I looked over at Kevin.

"It's fine," he said, "That was, ummmm. It was part of the fantasy? Anyway, we're cool. Like she said, she literally told you to do it."

"I'll pay for the pill," I said, as if that was some grand gesture.

We finished our coffee in silence. Then we slowly got dressed. It was strange, looking around the room for my underwear. Like some weird, awkward scavenger hunt.

When we were all clothed, Dante came up to me, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Your Kristin, she is a great fuck. Please let her know, I'm happy to repeat my performance. I have no doubt she will desire to do so."

Before my brain could even approve the action, I popped the cocky bastard right in the nose. He dropped to the ground like I'd shot him. I shook my hand out. I wasn't used to punching people. Although, if it was always that satisfying, maybe I ought to be doing it more.

I looked around the room at the shocked expressions around me, expecting a full round of angry accusations. Lauren knelt down by her boyfriend and started to help him up.

"I'm sorry," I told her, "I don't know what came over me."

"It's fine," Lauren said, "Saves me having to pop him one later."

The beautiful blonde grabbed Dante by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to his feet. I braced for him to come at me, but instead he covered his face with his hands, blood dripping through his fingers.

Lauren led her boyfriend out of the apartment. She began berating him as soon as the door closed behind them.

"I hope you don't have one of those for me," Kevin said, now eyeing me nervously.

"We're cool," I said.

"If that's the case, I don't suppose you'd mind us staying the night?" Kevin asked, then quickly backpedaled. "By ourselves, I mean. Sorry. Gwen and I are both too drunk to drive."

I had no way of putting it -- no words exist to explain -- why I was pissed at Dante for plowing my wife but perfectly OK with Kevin having done the same deed. Truly, I'm not sure I can clarify it to myself.

So, instead, I told him it was no problem and setup the guest bed for the both of them. The young couple passed out soon after, surrounded by our shelves full of board games. I found Kirstin still sleeping in the bedroom and I joined her.

The next morning, we all ate breakfast together in awkward silence. After, Gwen and Kirstin went together to get the morning after pill. It was kind of a weird bonding experience for them, apparently. Then, finally, we said our goodbyes.

As soon as Gwen and Kevin left, Kirstin and I had a huge blowout. Worst argument I've ever had in my life. I'm surprised nobody called the cops, honestly. We spent the next couple days taking turns sleeping somewhere else.

Ironically, it was Lauren who stepped in to save us both. I wasn't there, but Kirstin told me after that the blonde woman sat her down and basically read her the riot act.

"Jacob's really special and if you don't take him back, I will," Lauren told her.

"What?" Kirstin asked, shocked. They were both at some outdoor cafe, acting like this was a nice chat instead of an intensive intervention. "I thought you didn't like Jacob."

"You're the one that did this, and you know it," Lauren said, arms folded. "I've seen my own marriage fall apart. Trust me when I tell you, the two of you have something special. So stop fucking around with it."

After that, Kirstin came home, and we had a long heart-to-heart. We admitted we'd both done stupid things to hurt each other. If she'd spoken of her regrets, if I'd admitted my frustrations, we both would have been able to avoid the whole mess.

The worst part though was confessing one more truth to each other. Despite everything around what had happened, we both had enjoyed it. Not just the sex with other people, I think that went without saying. But Kirstin admitted that what had really turned her on was watching me give it to Lauren and Gwen better than either had ever had. And I conceded that seeing my girl cum hard, even if it wasn't with me, was the hottest thing I'd seen all night.

So it was that we agreed on two things. One, that we would communicate more clearly from now on. Even if it was scary. Especially if it was. And, two, that we wanted to keep trying stuff. At least for a little while. Sometimes it's good for a marriage to get a little uncomfortable, as long as everyone is OK with it. Besides, what's the point of letting the genie out of the bottle if you don't make a couple wishes?

About a week later, Kevin came and talked to me in my office. It was uncomfortable at first, but we settled into our usual friendship. That weekend, in one of the weirdest group outings of my life, both our wives took pregnancy tests that came back negative and then we all went to dinner as a foursome to celebrate. At the end of the evening, Gwen kissed me goodnight right on the lips. Kirstin grabbed Kevin's ass. But we went home to our own apartments. It was fun, breaking boundaries in a very acceptable, safe way.

Two weeks after that, Kirstin told me that Lauren had dumped Dante.

"They're done," my wife said over dinner. We'd bought a completely new table after the 'event' as we called it. But it was still being shipped, so we were eating over stack tables in the living room.

"He was such an ass," Kirstin said. I gave her a calculating look. "A sexy ass, but still."

I laughed.

"Anyway, Lauren keeps insisting that she gets to date you, now."

"I'm taken," I said.

"She says she's going to look into cloning you," Kirstin said.

"That will not end well for anyone," I said.

"It's nice, right?" Kirstin said, "Being the center of attention?"

"Sometimes," I said, "But mostly I just like being with you."

My wife got her IUD a few weeks later and our sex lives finally got back to something like normal. I'm still on the SSRI, but I've started to see it as a good thing. I know Kirstin isn't complaining about my chemically enhanced stamina.

And, with everything back to normal, we've decided to reinstate one more tradition. Next week, we'll be hosting boardgame night at the apartment. Kirstin, Kevin, Gwen, and Lauren will all be there. I don't think it's going to be a full-on orgy, but then, I can't say we're going to be completely chaste, either. No matter what goes on, I'm looking forward to a fun evening.

Speaking of which, we're going to be short a sixth player. Want to join?