My wife and I get together with another couple, and we learn a new game
My wife and I get together with another couple, and we
learn a new game. If you had asked us ahead of time, we
never would have believed how the game would end. (MF,
couples, wife-swapping)
It was getting to be a habit, but a nice one. Every
Saturday evening we’d get together with Bob and Peggy,
either at their place or ours. We’d have dinner
together, play some cards, and just enjoy the company.
Fran and I agreed they’d become our best friends, and I
think they felt the same about us. There wasn’t
anything overtly sexual about our relationship — we
were just friends, or so we thought until last week.
We’d gone over to their house this time. They both
greeted us at the door; Bob gave my Fran a big hug, and
I did the same to Peggy. There was nothing unusual in
that, we always hugged when we got together and when we
said good night. And yet, there was something different
about it for me this time. I’ve heard people talk about
perfume being “alluring”. Well, now I know what they
mean. Whatever it was that Peggy had used that night
really turned me on. I flushed and broke the embrace
somewhat abruptly. ‘Shame on you’, I thought to myself.
Peggy had fixed a really nice dinner, pot roast with
all the trimmings, and had some excellent red wine to
go with it. Fran and I usually don’t drink at all, but
we each had two glasses this time. I don’t know, maybe
it was the wine, but I kept smelling that perfume and I
kept watching Peggy out of the corner of my eye. I’m
sure it was the wine that had us all giggling by the
end of the meal.
After the girls had cleared the dishes we all sat back
down for a game of cards.
“What’ll it be, Hearts?”
“Nah, I’m tired of that, how about Canasta?”
“We can’t, we only have one deck.”
“Well, we could always play Poker.”
“But I didn’t bring any money,” Fran objected.
“No problem,” I threw in, “we could play Strip Poker.”
Whatever possessed me to say that I’ll never know? The
wine and the perfume, I guess.
Bob and Peggy both laughed, but Fran looked shocked.
“Ted! Shame on you!”
“I was only joking,” I protested.
But then Fran giggled a bit herself. “Do people
actually play that, or is it just a joke?”
“Oh, I understand people actually do.” Bob said. “Hell,
I know they do. In fact,” he lowered his voice to a
conspiratorial whisper “I played it once myself.”
“You did? And just exactly when was that?” his wife
demanded.
“It was long before I met you,” Bob explained. “In fact
I was just a kid. And to tell the truth, it wasn’t all
that great. I mean, you’d probably guess it was very
erotic, and ended in an orgy or something. But it was
really mostly just embarrassing.”
“So, what happened? I prodded him.
“Well, one of the gals did have to take off her bra,
and you’d think that would have been a real turn on for
the guys, but she was so embarrassed about it that we
ended up feeling sorry for her instead.”
“Did you stop playing at that point?”, Fran asked.
“No, not really, but … oh hell, let’s change the
subject.”
“Oh, no,” we were all pushing him now, “you gotta tell
us how it ended.”
Bob was obviously very reluctant to finish the story,
but he finally admitted, “Uh, the game ended when I got
cleaned out and had to take off my under-shorts. I was
dreading it so much that by the time it happened I was
totally limp, and everybody teased me about how small I
was.”
We all had a good laugh over that, except Bob, who was
quite red in the face.
“Well, I guess we can forget about that one,” Peggy
finally declared, “so what can we play?”
“Actually,” Bob said a bit hesitantly, “a guy at work
told me about game that he said was a lot better than
Strip Poker.”
I was all ears. “All right, tell us more.”
“Well, OK, but it’s kinda raunchy.”
The girls both giggled.
“Hey, we’re grownups, we can handle it,” Fran threw in.
Now it was my turn to be shocked at her, but I didn’t
say anything.
“All right, you asked for it. The game is called
‘Peter, Pill, and Mary’ for that folk singing trio back
in the sixty’s, but it’s really an adult version of the
old children’s game called ‘Paper, Scissors and Stone'”
“I remember that,” Fran said, “and it sounds pretty
boring.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll find this boring,” Bob
replied with a wicked smile. “If you remember that
game, you do this thing of two people pounding their
fists into the palms of their other hand in a rhythm
together as they both say ‘one, two, three’, but on
‘three’ they may change their fist to another shape.
Well, in this version the shapes are Peter, Pill, and
Mary.
“Maybe you can guess what shape Peter is.”
We all snickered a bit nervously at that.
“Yep, it’s the famous Finger.” Which he proceeded to
produce.
“Pill is the birth control pill, which you show as a
flat hand, and Mary is, well just a woman, but you show
it as an open fist with your thumb and forefinger
making a circle like this. It’s supposed to represent
her c… umm vagina.” We all giggled again, even more
nervously.
“See, the thing is,” he went on, “Peter wins over Mary
because he can penetrate her.”
This with a rather graphic demonstration as he made
Peter with one hand and Mary with the other, and ran
Peter in and out, in and out, of the hole.
“See, I told you it was raunchy.”
The girls were both tittering but trying to hide it.
Me, I felt just bold enough from the wine to say, “Go
on, tell us more.”
“Well, the Pill wins over Peter, because it can thwart
his primary purpose in life.” Another demonstration
followed, of Peter being stopped by the flat hand. More
titters from the girls.
“Finally, Mary wins over the Pill, because she’s the
one who decides whether to take it or not.”
Bob paused and looked around the table. He was
apparently satisfied by what he saw.
“Now, time to get started. You and I can go first,
Peggy.”
“OK, what do I do?” she giggled.
“Just decide which shape you are going with … Now
make a fist and here we go: one, two, three.” On three,
Bob came down with Peter and Peggy came down with Pill.
“OK, you win. That means you get a point. All you have
to do is get eight points and you’ve won the game. Now
you do it with Ted.”
I thought I heard my Fran breathe a sigh of relief at
that point. I imagined her thinking, ‘That shouldn’t be
too hard’. But I was quickly diverted to other thoughts
… thoughts of peters and perfumes and cunts. Guessing
that Peggy might try the same thing again, on three I
opened my hand to be Mary. I looked at her hand, and
yes, it was flat.
“Ted wins,” Bob declared. “You have to name something
you are wearing, and let him take it off from you.”
“You didn’t tell us about that part!” Peggy was
obviously flustered.
I was grinning from ear to ear. “C’mon,” I said,
“what’ll it be?”
She flushed, but then said, “A shoe.”
She and Bob were sitting on one side of the table, with
Fran and I on the other. Peggy was across from me, and
Bob across from Fran. I got up, walked around the
table, and knelt beside Peggy’s chair. She cautiously
slid her foot out from under the table and I slipped
her shoe off.
“Now what do I do with it?” I asked.
“Go sit down, and put it on the table in front of you,”
Bob replied.
“So now it’s my turn with Fran, right?”
Bob shook his head. “Nope, Peggy keeps playing now
until she gets fully dressed again. So here we go,
Peggy. Are you ready? One, two, three.”
She decided it was time for a change in her game plan,
and tried Mary this time. But Bob once more produced
Peter.
“Yes!” he said as he ran his finger in and out of her
open fist. “Now what do I get to take off?”
“My other shoe, I guess,” she said a bit shakily, and
he proceeded to slide his chair out, kneel beside her,
and remove her other shoe.
Then she turned back to me, biting her lip in
nervousness. My mind raced. What would she pick? Maybe
Peter? I went with Pill, and so did she.
“A tie,” Bob declared. “Nothing happens, and it’s my
turn again.” One, two, three came up Mary for both of
them.
Back to me: Mary for me, Peter for her!
“Oh my,” she breathed as she ran her finger in and out
of my hand. “I get to put my shoe back on now, right?”
After she did she turned to Bob. Peter/Pill for
him/her. She blocked his finger thrust then retrieved
her other shoe.
“OK, Fran, now it’s your turn. Since I did the last
round with Peggy, you start with Ted.”
I turned to her, and our eyes locked. What would she
come up with? One, two, three: Peter/Mary.
“Do I get your shoe now?” I grinned as I pumped my
finger in and out of her fist.
“I guess so.”
I took it off her foot and she turned to Bob. This one
came up Mary/Mary, so it was back to me. Peter/Pill
meant she blocked my finger, got her shoe back, and it
was the end of her turn.
Bob and Peggy came up Pill/Peter so he took her shoe
off. Peggy and I did the same thing with the same
result. I’m sure she thought Bob would never expect her
to do the same thing three times in a row, so she did
peter again. But Bob did keep his “winning hand”,
leaving him grinning widely and asking “Now what can I
have?”
Both girls were dressed casually in slacks. Peggy was
wearing a white blouse with large violet flowers in a
pattern on it. Fran had a pale yellow pullover sweater
on. I happened to know that she had a lacy white bra
under it, and pale yellow panties with a bit of lace at
the leg holes.
Of course I had no idea what Peggy had under her blouse
and slacks, but I found myself doing a lot of
imagining. I wasn’t even sure what she had on her feet,
though I had taken her shoe off twice now. Maybe full
length nylons? Maybe calf high? Maybe panty hose?
‘Please let it be panty hose’ I thought. If so I was
going to find out something right now about what she
was wearing underneath.
“My sock,” she said, and slid the leg of her slacks up
to her calf so Bob could take it off.
He did, and said, “oh, by the way, one more rule. When
a guy takes off something that exposes skin he gets to
kiss any part of that skin he chooses.”
He pulled Peggy’s foot up and leaned over to kiss the
top of it.
Now it was my turn again. Oh, god, if I could only win:
Mary/Mary. Rats!
She turned to Bob: Pill/Pill.
Back to me, another chance: Mary/Peter.
“I got you,” she said, grinning lewdly as she ran her
finger in and out of my fist. In and out, in and out!
Then she put her shoe back on leaving her with one bare
foot and me with a growing erection. She and Bob came
up with Peter/Mary and it was his turn to do some lewd
simulated “finger fucking”. He added her other shoe to
the growing pile in front of him.
Another big chance for me! Mary/Peter. “I win again,”
she drooled, pumping furiously in and out of my fist.
“so I get to put a shoe or sock back on.”
“Not so fast,” came from Bob. “He doesn’t have any of
your things, so you don’t get to put anything on.”
“Oh, so then I get a point, right?”
“Nope, you can only collect points when you are fully
dressed.”
“That’s not fair!”
“It’s the rules. Now stop pouting, and it’s our turn,
so let’s do it. The game must go on.”
Pill/Peter: “Oh, no!” She wailed.
“Oh, yes,” he said intensely and took her other sock
off.
“There’s no way I’m going to play any more. What if Ted
wins now? I don’t have anything left for him to take.”
‘Oh yes you do!’ I thought. ‘Oh YES, oh YES!’
But Bob’s response cooled me off quickly: “Don’t worry,
there’s another rule that comes into play here. He
won’t be able to take anything off.”
With that assurance she turned nervously to me:
Mary/Mary, foiled again.
Back to Bob, and it was Mary/Pill.
“Oh, no! Now what?”
“Well, I assume you’d rather have me take your blouse
off than your pants, right?”
“You’re crazy, you can’t take either of them off until
Fran and Ted go home.”
“Why not? I’m sure Fran has seen lots of bras, and I’ll
bet Ted would love to see you with your blouse off.
Right, Ted?”
My face turned bright red, and so did Peggy’s.
“See, what’d I tell you? But like I said a minute ago,
you don’t have anything to worry about, I’m not going
to take it off. When we get to this point we can’t take
anything off without first getting dibs on it. So now,
I get dibs on your blouse. Like this.” And he rubbed
his hands up and down the side of her chest, caressing
the material of her blouse.
She buried her face in her hands.
“Come on,” he said, “it’s Ted’s turn.”
God how I wanted to get my hands on that blouse. One,
two three: Pill/Peter. Yes! I came around the table
behind her and rubbed my hands up and down the side of
her blouse. I was dying to reach on around her and play
with her tits, but Fran was glaring at me, and besides,
Bob had restrained himself, so I guessed I could, too.
“I’ve got dibs on your blouse!” I said in a shaky
voice.
“Rats, that means I DON’T have dibs on it any more,”
Bob put in. “Come here baby, and let’s see what I can
do about that.” What he did was Mary/Mary so it was
back to me.
“Phew! I hate to tell you this babe, but if Ted wins
this time he CAN take your blouse off.”
“So what,” she retorted quickly, “I’ll bet he can’t
win.”
And she was right. We came up Mary/Mary. At least I
still had dibs. And unless I was mistaken, Peggy was
really starting to enjoy this tease.
Bob’s turn again: Peter/Mary.
“Yes!” he said as he pumped his finger in and out of
her fist, “Now I’VE got dibs on her blouse!”
He wasn’t nearly so chivalrous this time.
“Her whole blouse,” he added as he moved his hands from
her waist up her belly and chest and cupped her
breasts.
“Bob, stop that!”
“Why? I thought you were my wife.”
“Yes, but we’re not alone, and you might give Ted some
naughty ideas,” said with a coy look at me.
Bob just laughed, and then let her go.
Peggy turned to me, somewhat flushed. I’ve got to touch
her blouse again! One, two, three: I couldn’t look:
Mary/Pill. Oh, god, I was in heaven.
I was around behind her chair in nothing flat, and my
hands went straight for her belly button. She was
quivering! I could feel it distinctly through her
blouse. My cheek was touching her neck, my nose next to
her ear. That perfume! As my hands started moving up to
her breasts I looked defiantly at Fran. She glared back
with barely contained rage. I stopped just short of
Peggy’s breasts, and reluctantly returned to my chair.
Peggy looked like she wasn’t even there. She was
staring blankly and not moving a muscle.
“Snap out of it, Peg. It’s our turn,” Bob said.
She turned, and mechanically pounded her fist following
his lead, but I doubt if she was able to make any kind
of real decision. When Bob came down Pill, so did she,
probably because that is what she had done with me.
So it was back to me, and I already had dibs:
Mary/Mary. Shucks, I had guessed she would keep doing
the same thing.
She started playing faster. Bob: Peter/Peter. Me:
Mary/Peter. She gave me a passionate look as she pumped
her finger in and out of my fist.
Again I had nothing she could take back, but Bob
announced, “Sorry, pal, you just lost dibs on my wife.”
And on the game went. Bob and she came up Mary/Pill,
and he played with her breasts. Then I got Pill/Peter,
and this time nothing was going to stop me from cupping
her luscious globes.
I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see Fran’s angry face,
filled my nostrils with Peggy’s intoxicating scent, and
whispered in her ear, “I’ve got dibs on your whole
blouse,” while I moved my hands slowly over her round
softness.
Incredibly, Bob and I kept on winning. Bob said, “No
I’ve got dibs,” as he kissed her neck below her chin
and squeezed and pinched her tits through her clothes.
“No, Bob, it’s me, not you,” as I kissed the nape of
her neck and kneaded her breasts. I could hear her
breath coming in short gasps.
Bob said, “Oh god, I want your blouse so bad,” as he
circled her tips with his fingers.
He leaned forward to kiss her, and she responded by
wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him
wildly with much snorting and moaning. They were
obviously both horny as hell.
But the streak couldn’t last forever. She and I came up
Mary/Peter.
“How’d you like to get some of this?” she groaned as
her finger pumped my encircling hand.
That broke dibs, but didn’t give her anything to put
on. Then she beat Bob, so she put a sock back on.
But she and I came up Peter/Mary.
“Oh, yes I would,” I said answering her earlier
question as I pumped in and out of her sweaty hand.
This time I didn’t even try to walk around to her side
of the table. I pretty much fell out of my chair and
crawled under the table to her foot. I tore her sock
off and planted wet kisses from her ankle to her toes.
By the time I finally managed to get myself back into a
sitting position, Bob had felt her up thoroughly after
I don’t know what. She turned back to me with her mouth
half open and her head moving slowly from side to side.
Pill/Mary: “Sorry, lover boy,” she whispered as she
took back her sock.
She continued to win or tie over Bob, and tie with me,
until it was his turn again and he had only one shoe.
Then the tide turned once more and Bob started winning,
while I was still getting nowhere.
Finally, when Bob had both shoes and a sock, I came up
Peter/Mary, YES! One quick finger stroke into her hand
and then I dived under the table, stripped off her
other sock, and nearly devoured her foot.
While I was still doing that, she and Bob came up
Pill/Pill, so she had nothing to do until I surfaced
and could try again: Pill/Peter, OH, BABY!
I heard her now sultry voice say, “How would you like
it if I came around to your side of the table this
time.”
I liked it more than words could tell. I liked not
having to stand up and show off the huge tent at the
front of my pants. I loved watching her hips swivel as
she walked toward me. I nearly died as her crotch came
closer and closer to my face. I was in heaven as she
kneeled down beside me, wrapped her arms around my
neck, and started kissing me. My hands went straight to
her tits, and I heard her quiet moan inside my mouth as
our tongues pumped wildly into each other.
“Hey, slow down!” yelped Bob, and at the same time Fran
barked, “Stop that this minute!”
Peggy and I reluctantly parted.
She went back to her side, sat down, and we kept on
playing. Now she was winning, and got everything back
except for one shoe that Bob had. Then luck turned my
way, and soon I had her other shoe and both socks.
Another big chance for us:
Pill/Mary, so I got nothing, but neither did she. A bit
later I got another chance, and this time we came up
Peter/Mary. We put our heads together across the table
as I pumped my finger in and out of her oh-so-willing
hand.
“Let’s sneak under the table where the others can’t see
what we’re doing,” I moaned, and that’s what we did.
It didn’t work out as well as I hoped, though, what
with two jealous spouses kicking us. But I was able to
whisper a thought in her ear.
“Maybe we should try to get you fully dressed again,
and give Fran a chance. If we could get her hot for
Bob, we could get away with a lot more ourselves.”
I won’t bore you with all the details, but after about
half a dozen more “one two three’s” she had both socks
and shoes back on, and it was Fran’s turn.
Fran, however, shook her head, “No, I don’t think we
should play this game any more.”
“But you haven’t hardly played at all,” Bob protested.
“I don’t care, I don’t want to play any more,” Fran
insisted.
But Bob looked her in the eye across the table and
said, “oh yes, you do. This is our chance to get even
with them.”
Fran looked intently at Bob for a bit, then turned and
glared at me for a while, and finally looked back into
Bob’s eyes again.
“All right,” she said, “I will.”
She and I started, and came up with Pill/Peter, so I
took her shoe off. I saw her mouth something to Bob, so
wasn’t a bit surprised when he won on Mary/Pill and
took her other shoe off. Back to me with Pill/Mary and
she put her shoe on. Another quick signal to Bob gave
him both shoes.
What they were doing was obvious, but neither Peggy nor
I had any intention of challenging them. On my turn it
was Pill/Pill, and she and Bob were ready for the next
step. Sure enough, Peter/Mary gave him a chance to
“finger fuck” her which they milked for all they could,
and also gave him one of her bobby socks. And it gave
her a thoroughly kissed foot. She and I came up with
Mary/Peter. She giggled as she pumped her finger into
my hand, but of course I didn’t have anything else to
give her.
The next round with Bob was a foregone conclusion,
Mary/Pill to be specific, and Fran was barefoot. She
and I did the Pill/Pill bit, and now the suspense
mounted. I didn’t see any signal this time, so maybe he
just got lucky:
Peter/Mary.
“Oh YES!” he said as he ran his finger in and out of
her hand. “Oh yes, INDEED!” as he reached across the
table and slid his hands up and down the side of her
sweater.
I was surprised he didn’t attack the front of her
sweater, and I suspect we all were, but he was probably
smart to give her a little more time.
She turned back to me and I beat her out with
Mary/Pill.
“Now I’ve got dibs on your sweater,” I said with a
wolfish grin.
I started with my thumbs on her belly button and slowly
stroked upward until my fingers were caressing the
sides of her breasts and my thumbs were pressing
against their base.
“Ted! Stop that,” were her words, but I didn’t believe
them.
She turned, a bit flushed, to face Bob across the
table. Pill/Mary: she put a sock back on.
Peter/Mary: I did the finger bit in her fist, then took
her sock and kissed her foot.
It was another chance for Bob, but he came up
Peter/Pill so he lost her other sock.
Pill/Mary with me meant she had both socks on.
Then he got one back, and kissed her foot, on
Mary/Pill.
She and I tied, and he beat her again with Mary/Pill,
leaving her barefoot.
She beat me, but I had nothing to give her, so she
turned to Bob again, biting her lip. It was just a tie.
My turn: Peter/Mary!
“Oh, yes, honey! I’ve got dibs on your whole sweater!”
She was really blushing now as I rubbed my hands all
over her breasts.
A tie with him left me grinning evilly.
“If I win this time I can take your sweater off.”
One, two three: Peter/Mary!!
“NO!” she moaned, burying her face in her hands.
“He can do it if he wants to,” said Bob with a face
that left no doubt that he wanted me to. “But I have to
tell you there’s another rule that applies here. If he
wants to give you another chance, he can.”
“Please, PLEASE, give me another chance,” she begged.
“OK, I will.”
“However,” Bob stuck in quickly, “This means you have
super dibs on her, and because she is so grateful, she
is really going to thank you. Fran, you’re going to sit
on Ted’s lap, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss
him passionately while he feels your tits up through
your sweater.”
She did, and I did, and her kisses seemed quite
genuinely passionate.
We finally broke the embrace and she turned a bit
shakily to Bob.
Mary/Pill:
“Yes! Now I get dibs on your sweater again!” he said
excitedly.
He came around behind her this time, and didn’t hold
back. His hands cupped her breasts and he started
squeezing them. She blushed furiously, but didn’t
complain or make any move to stop him.
Finally he backed away and she turned to me.
Peter/Pill: I had nothing for her to take back, but it
did mean Bob lost dibs. She and Bob tied, as did she
and I.
Then he beat her with Mary/Pill.
She gave him a wink and a sultry smile. “How about if I
do the same thing Peggy did a while ago, go to you this
time.”
Bob’s eyes were locked on her breasts and midsection as
she swayed her way over beside where he sat, and knelt
down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed
her cheek against his as he squeezed and pinched her
tits. Her face was out of my view, so I had no idea
what she might be whispering to him, but little doubt
that she whispered something. She certainly seemed to
be in no hurry to break away from him.
Peggy and I finally suggested that was enough, and Fran
came back and sat down. She and I tied, so she turned
back to Bob.
“You know I already have dibs on your sweater,” he said
in a tight intense voice.
“I know that,” she said just as intensely. But they
tied, so she turned back to me.
Pill/Peter: “Oho,” Bob said, “It’s super dibs time
again!”
Fran quickly climbed on my lap, pulled my lips to hers,
and started pumping her tongue in and out of my mouth.
At the same time she was bucking her chest against
mine, her body begging for attention. That I was happy
to provide, kneading and pinching her super-hard tits
though her sweater.
As she finally broke away from me she mouthed something
to Bob, and sure enough he got dibs again on Mary/Pill.
She actually ran around the table, pulled him out of
his chair, and then collapsed, pulling him down on top
of her. Not under the table this time, and safely away
from any possible kicking feet. She spread her legs
then wrapped them around him. Their pelvises were
pounding into each other, and their mouths were locked
together.
After a bit it was my turn to suggest they had better
slow down. They reluctantly returned to their seats,
and she and I came up Mary/Pill. That meant it was our
turn for some wild simulated action on the floor.
To no one’s surprise Fran followed that by a similar
round with Bob. They met on the floor at the end of the
table, but this time she took the top position,
pounding her crotch against his and bending over for
noisy french kisses while he worked her chest with one
hand and her ass with the other.
When they finally separated she tied with me, and once
again Bob “beat” her with her assistance.
“Oh YES,” he roared. “I’ve already got dibs on your
sweater, so now I take it off.”
“But what about super dibs?” she asked batting her eyes
and licking her lips.
“Remember, that’s my choice.” he explained. “And I
choose to take your sweater!”
“Whatever,” she replied hotly, “if you want it you’ve
got it.”
“What I really want, I’m not allowed to do right now,
but I am going to obey the skin-kissing rule.”
With that he knelt at her feet and started sliding her
sweater up, kissing her belly button and working his
way up to her bra. She was panting and gyrating and
holding his head against her body. When her sweater got
up to her bra strap I suddenly remembered that I had
noticed while we were getting dressed at home that her
bra was a bit skimpy for what it had to cover. Fran was
facing directly away from me, so I couldn’t actually
see what was going on, but I was pretty sure that Bob
must be taking full advantage of that right now,
kissing every bit of breast skin he could reach.
As for Fran, she let out a moan that gradually turned
into a shriek, reached down to grab the sweater under
her arms, and tore it off. Then she grabbed Bob hard,
clawing at his back. Since they were oblivious to our
comments, Peggy and I finally had to separate them
physically. He retrieved the sweater from the floor and
they both sat down panting heavily.
Fran couldn’t keep her eyes off Bob even as she did the
“one, two, three” with me. I’m sure she had no idea
what she was doing, but she came down with what
appeared to be Mary. Since I had the same thing, she
could immediately focus all of her attention where most
of it already was, on Bob. Once again the whisper, and
once again he won.
“Oh, baby, YES, now I’ve got dibs on your pants!”
She stood, and he was on his knees in front of her,
sitting on his calves. His cheek was rubbing her lower
belly as he kneaded her ass and slipped his hand in
from the back between her thighs.
“Oh, OH, OHHH!!” she screamed as he rubbed her pussy
through her pants with the side of his finger.
When we finally got them settled back in their seats, I
figured I’d let her go a little further, so I picked
Mary once again, and sure enough, she did too. There
was no way she wanted to stop now, so Bob came out
ahead again by pre-arrangement. He tore at her zipper,
undid the button above it, and shoved her pants down to
her feet. She was standing with her hands gripping his
shoulders tightly, her head thrown back, and her yellow
panties thrusting again and again toward his face.
He scrunched down further so he could kiss her thighs.
She spread her knees as wide as possible and guided his
mouth to the lace next to her pussy. Then she shifted
his head just enough so that his kisses were centered
on the crotch of her panties. It was only a gasp and a
series of shudders, but I’m absolutely sure she came.
Wild horses couldn’t have stopped Bob now. He threw her
to the floor, tore off her panties, yanked his own
pants off, belt and all, and landed on top of her
pumping frantically.
I stopped watching at that point, as Peggy and I dove
for the floor at the other end of the table. She
unzipped her pants, and kicked them and her panties
off. I unfastened my belt and was likewise naked from
the waist down in a flash. She pulled her knees up and
spread her legs. I crawled between them and started
pistoning my wildly jumping cock against her body,
searching for her cunt. She guided me with her hand,
and I sank my shaft deep within her.
I had never wanted anything so much in my life, and
when I got it I came immediately. squirting jet after
jet into her.
When I finally calmed down, she said, “Oh, I did want
that, but I wish you hadn’t come so soon.”
“Don’t worry, I’m only just getting started,” I said.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait, but I needed you so much.”
Indeed, my engorged dick stayed as hard as ever, and
after resting a bit I started pumping again, first
slowly, and then faster and faster. She must have
already been pretty close herself, because after only a
couple of minutes of that she came, screaming.
I wasn’t there yet myself, but I stopped long enough to
let her recover, then renewed my assault. This time we
both came together.
When I was able to focus again I looked down at her and
saw her staring wide-eyed at me.
“That was incredible,” she whispered, “oh, Bob, hold me
close.”
We clutched at each other and kissed passionately for a
while, until suddenly she pushed my face away from
hers.
“GOD, Bob, this isn’t possible! I still feel you so big
inside me! Don’t you ever get soft?”
“Not while I still feel as horny as I do right now,” I
replied, “I’m so hot for you I think I may be able to
come four or five times.”
“Oh GOD,” she shuddered, “that would be FANTASTIC!!”
“Let’s roll over,” I suggested.
We managed to do so without losing our connection. She
immediately started bouncing up and down on top of me,
her knees squeezing the sides of my chest. I decided it
was time I got to see a bit more of her, so I
unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. She
shrugged both of them off, and there I was staring up
at her huge boobs, bouncing up and down as she rammed
herself onto my shaft again and again.
I wrapped my arms around her back and curled myself up
so that my face was next to one of those globes. That
perfume again! Now I knew where she must have put it. I
caught a tit in my mouth as it swung by, and started
sucking on it. My hand stole around her ribs to find
the other tit, and proceeded to stroke and squeeze and
pinch.
From the sounds she was making, she was almost there. I
slid my other hand down the small of her back to her
ass, and crammed a finger into her crack. With a scream
she started cumming over and over, wave after wave.
That was all I could take, and I joined her. PULSE,
squeeze; PULSE, squeeze; PULSE, squeeze. My cock and
her cunt were doing a dance that seemed like it would
never end.
We finally did calm down, and our gasps turned to
normal enough breathing that we could talk again. My
cock was still inside her, and still pretty stiff. I
tried moving it up and down a bit to check, and yes, it
was still up to the job.
“OH, YES, you’re SUPERMAN!,” she panted. “I never
dreamed any man could do what you have done to me
tonight!”
“Have you had enough?” I asked.
“Ummm, maybe. No, not quite, if you could do just a
little bit more.”
“My pleasure,” I said, with a few more pelvic thrusts
up into her hot wet hole. “I’d like to be on top
again.”
As we rolled over I caught a glimpse of Bob and Fran,
sitting naked on the floor. Or rather, Bob was sitting
on the floor with his back against a table leg, and
Fran was sitting on his lap with her back to him. They
both had expressions of exhausted bliss, but Bob still
had one hand on her tit and the other buried in her
pussy. They were both watching us, but like I say, I
just got a glimpse of them. I was much more interested
in watching Peggy.
“Now let’s really put on a show for our spouses,” I
whispered to Peggy after I was on top of her. “But this
time I want you to keep your legs closed and I’ll
straddle you.”
“OK, but first,” she said, “I want to take off your
shirt so I can feel your chest against my tits.”
That done, I once again started pumping my rod into
her. Her closed thighs made for a lot more friction
than I would have had just from the inside of her
totally sloppy cunt, and I was going to need all the
help I could get. Hell, I’d already come three times
within the last hour! But it still felt great, and soon
I was pounding into her at a furious rate.
And it wasn’t long before she forgot her doubts, and
was coming up to meet my every thrust while making an
indescribable moaning/squealing sound. A mental picture
of Bob grubbing in my Fran’s pussy kept slipping into
my consciousness and was somehow even more of a turn
on.
Fran told me later that we were going at it furiously
for about ten minutes, and that for half of that time
Peggy’s ass never touched the floor. She just kept
pushing it up and up to get me as deep as possible into
her. She finally screamed and clawed my back, and her
massive pussy contractions brought me to yet another
climax.
When we came back down to earth at long last we looked
to see what the others were doing. Fran was on her
hands and knees, and Bob was going at her doggy style.
He had both hands on her tits, and she was moving her
body up and back, up and back, in time with his
thrusts. Then he came with a roar and she responded
with her whole body twitching. After they collapsed we
all lay there for a long time.
Finally I propped my head up on an arm and said “Hey,
Bob, I just realized we never finished that game we
were playing. Would it have ended when we managed to
strip one of the gals naked?”
“No way,” he snickered. “There are some more special
rules about what happens then, and believe me, it can
get wild.”
“But,” he added, “I really like the way we ended the
game. How about you?” We all agreed.