Her hand gripped my dick, tight. I groaned, despite myself. Becky and I hadn’t been intimate in weeks. Spending the evening with two attractive women in their underwear hadn’t helped things either. The fact that it was Sierra — curvy incredible Sierra — who was holding my cock only amplified all of that. I doubted I was going to last much longer, and she hadn’t even started stroking me yet.
For a moment, I glanced over at my wife. Sierra used her free hand to quickly pull my attention back to her.
“It’s OK,” she said, “I’ve got you.”
Gently, she began working her hand up and down my shaft. In that moment, she had complete control of my body. Every little twitch of her fingers, every subtle movement, had me in her thrall.
Despite the magic of her grip, the sorcery of her touch, it was Sierra’s face that made the difference. Her eyes were bright with affection. Her mouth curled up in concentration. All of it made for the perfect picture of a woman who was both wonderfully submissive and yet totally in control.
“Your husband has a great dick,” I heard Sierra say, distant. She pumped me up and down. Her fist moving faster. There was no lube, but I didn’t need it. Her touch was perfectly tight yet still soft and wonderful. There was no doubt in my mind. In a moment, I was going to go right over the top, covering the beautiful coed’s hand in my…
“Time!” Joey called. I looked over at the sand timer. The top was completely empty. I groaned in frustration. My balls ached as Sierra let go of my cock. Surprisingly, though, the look on her face seemed just as disappointed.
“Was she good?” Becky asked me, sounding surprisingly supportive.
“Not… bad…” I choked out. I was so on edge, my vision was going in and out of focus.
“I’m glad,” Becky said.
Sierra stayed seated next to me and took her turn. She also got an orange card. I was in denial. I truly believed that the last card had been a fluke. That we would be back to silly stuff in seconds.
“Get fondled for one minute by the person of the opposite sex from the other team.” Sierra showed us the card.
“Well, seems like your lucky night, Drew,” Becky said. Again, I waited for my wife to sound upset. Again, she was remarkably calm about all of this. When I looked her way, she just gave me a saucy smile. I know. I should have seen it coming. Sometimes we tell ourselves stupid lies and we believe them simply because it’s easier than accepting the truth.
“You’re sure?” I mouthed to her.
“Yes!” Becky mouthed back, like it was a ridiculous question.
Sierra turned over the timer, then turned to face me. Like Joey had done with my wife, I started slowly tracing my way over her shoulders. Sierra shook her head at me and laughed.
“Don’t waste time. Get to the good stuff,” she said. She grabbed both my hands and put them right on her bra-covered breasts.
Oh. My. God.
I’d been with women before my wife. Maybe I was just used to Becky’s little boobs. But I swear, Sierra’s massive melons were like nothing I’d ever hefted before. Even through the bra. They were so full and soft. Practically perfect as they overspilled my palms.
The gorgeous brunette grinned at me warmly. And I decided to go for broke. I had lots of excuses for what I did next. But let’s be honest here: I had a chance to touch what could easily be the world’s greatest breasts. I wasn’t going to let the moment slip.
I slid my hands under the cups of Sierra’s red bra and grabbed hold of her bare boobs. They were amazing. Even better than I could have imagined. Her nipples were like diamonds scratching against my palms.
The gorgeous girl gasped as I groped her, but she didn’t say a word. I slowly massaged at her flesh. Hefted each breast. Amazed at what I was holding in my hands.
“Fucking hell,” I said. The words just slipped out. But Sierra only smiled at me.
“We’re running out of time,” she breathed, eyes focused on the sand timer.
Immediately, I knew what she wanted. I took my right hand out from under her bra (I couldn’t let go completely) and then put it right on her pussy. It was like touching a stove, her sex was so hot. Even through the red bikini panties.
I pressed my fingers about where I thought her clit would be. She grunted, shifting her body closer.
“Fucking hell,” she said.
I moved my hand to her waistband. I didn’t care who was watching. I was going to reach down, feel this beautiful girl’s bare pussy, and bring her off like…
“That’s time!” Becky announced.
Again, both Sierra and I shared a look of phenomenal frustration. For a second, I imagined begging Becky and Joey for another minute. Long enough for Sierra and me to get each other off. But the words didn’t work in my head, let alone on my tongue. So, I let them drift by.
Sierra and I separated, both of us fidgeting like crazy. I could see from where I was sitting that her red panties were soaked. She, no doubt, could see my hard-on fighting its way through my boxers. My own wet spot right at the tip. We gave each other a last, wistful look, then went back to the game.
I thought for sure that I would now be looking at two pissed off siblings. Joey could not be happy about what I’d done with his girlfriend. And, despite her protestations, I couldn’t imagine my own wife was pleased. Instead, though, brother and sister both seemed to be eyeing each other calmly. They were clearly communicating, though I couldn’t read what they were saying.
Joey didn’t bother spinning. There were only orange spaces in front of him, so he took a card from one of those. His eyes went wide. His jaw dropped.
He turned over the card so we could see. “Simulate sex with the person of the opposite sex on the other team.”
“What do you suppose simulate means?” Becky asked.
“Pretend,” Sierra said, not unkindly.
“Yes, but how?” I asked.
“We just kind of go through the motions, I guess,” Joey said. He took his sister’s hand and pulled her up from her seat. “Here, um, why don’t you, like, sit on the table.”
Becky looked back at me, but I gave her the same warm smile she’d shared when it was my turn. She was the one who’d insisted this was all OK, after all.
Stiffly, my tiny blonde wife climbed up on the table and sat down. The hardwood held up admirably.
“OK, now what?” Becky asked.
Joey answered by slowly spreading his sister’s bare thighs. Then he stepped between them. His body said he was nervous. His eyes said he was anything but. He pressed his underwear-covered crotch against his sister’s.
Sierra gave me a goofy grin, then turned over the sand timer. Joey began to slide back and forth into Becky. He bounced his butt, as if he was penetrating her up on the table. I doubt their crotches were even touching. I was standing behind my wife though, so I couldn’t really see for sure.
At first it was silly. Both siblings giggled. Then Becky’s brother got a little more daring. He slid his hands around my wife’s bare back, standing even closer. His movement became tighter.
I stepped to the side to see. Joey’s hard dick was definitely pressing right against my wife’s pussy now. The only thing between them was the thin cloth of their underwear. Becky closed her thin, pink legs around her brother’s waist. The both of them rocked back and forth.
They weren’t simulating sex anymore. The siblings were dry humping each other. Becky’s little gasps and Joey’s low groans. My wife wrapped her arms around her brother’s shoulders. Joey’s hands slipped down to grip her ass. The two of them gained a new urgency. I frantically split my focus between the two of them on the table and the sand timer.
“That’s it,” I said, as soon as the last grain slipped down.
The siblings disengaged slowly, like one of them might explode if they went too fast. That might have been the case, actually, now that I think about it. Becky gave Joey a shy smile. He grinned back at her. They both sat down in their chairs. Their faces the same shade of red. I noticed my wife’s hand was resting on her brother’s bare, hairy thigh.
As I sat back down, I found I had a very strange reaction to it all. I wasn’t angry. I was a little jealous. But mostly I felt, horribly, terribly, totally turned on. More than ever before. It was a good thing I’d given up on hiding my hard-on, because it would have poked right through the table regardless.
Becky was still panting slightly as she picked up her last orange card. She looked at it, then shook her head ruefully. “Give a lap dance to the person of the opposite sex on the other team,” she said. We all laughed. In only a few turns, we’d gone from shocked to expectant. If anything, I thought this one was a little tame.