I wasn’t going to argue. Given the choice of kissing someone in the tub, if it couldn’t be my own wife, I’d have wanted it to be Allison anyway. So, as required, I leaned over and gave the tall woman a quick peck. It was beyond chaste, but the group all ooh-ed like it was scandalous, anyway.
“My turn,” Mike said, and immediately listed off three things about himself in high school. It was obvious that he was tossing Cassie a softball and, sure enough, she caught it with ease.
“You may kiss me,” Cassie said, mock imperiously, before breaking into giggles.
Mike took her chin and turned her face towards him. He leaned forward and planted a little kiss on Cassie’s lips. It was nothing, truly nothing, but it felt momentous. Again, I glanced over at Allison, unsure of what her reaction would be from watching her husband be so forward with another woman. The athletic blonde raised her shoulders at me like, ‘it is what it is.’
Allison, herself, went next and, as expected, she didn’t make it easy on anyone. Allison’s competitive nature wouldn’t let her lose, even if it might have been better for her to do so. Even her husband blanked on the three options. Allison smiled, wickedly satisfied, as she told us she’d lettered in volleyball and swimming but had only done tennis at the JV level.
“OK, who’s next?” Jack asked.
“Wait, don’t I get to pick a prize for winning?” Allison asked. We all agreed that she could. “I’ll take another kiss from Paul.”
I didn’t know how to react to Allison’s attention. On the one hand, yes please. But I didn’t want to upset my wife. Or Mike, for that matter.
But before I could get further reassurance from our respective spouses, Allison pressed her lips to mine. She held them there for a beat. It wasn’t seductive, but I felt the spark of it anyway. As if I wasn’t already aroused, I felt myself stiffen further in my shorts.
It wasn’t just that I was getting kissed by a woman I found attractive, though that was certainly more than enough. The fact that it was in front of a group, including my own wife, only amplified the impact. I felt dizzy with it. Drunk despite only a few sips of my drink.
Allison pulled away, looking satisfied. She settled back into her seat, crossing her arms under her small chest. Her eyes bored into me.
Nervously, I looked over at Emily. My wife grinned my way, wide. She lifted her eyebrows as if to say, ‘nice one, stud.’ Then announced that she would go next.
Immediately, I could see where this was going. Mike had kissed Cassie on the lips, and I had kissed Allison, so Emily wanted to be next. She gave us what she clearly thought was a hard question, but Cassie guessed it right away (my wife had failed art in the sixth grade).
Emily sank back into the tub, obviously disappointed. I didn’t think she wanted a smooch from Cassie. Fortunately, the beautiful blonde woman, herself, came to the rescue.
“I think you should have to kiss Jack for your punishment,” Cassie said.
Emily didn’t bother to hide her excitement. She practically leapt out of the water, tackling Jack into the bench. Even the self-assured, older man looked stunned by Emily’s sudden ardor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed her body into his, and kissed him, hard, right on the mouth.
Rather than a quick peck like we’d all been sharing, my wife was truly, fully, smooching Cassie’s husband. She held his body tight to hers — wet smacks and low moans coming from the both of them.
Finally, they broke apart. The group, used to doing little cheers after a shared kiss, was too stunned to say anything. We all stared at what had happened, like the air had been sucked out of the spa. Emily gave us all a stupid grin while Jack leaned back into his seat. He had the look of a man who needed a cigarette.
“Oops,” Emily said, realizing what she’d done, “I guess I got a little too excited there.”
“I think maybe we should dial back on the kissing,” Cassie said, looking at me, meaningfully.
I gave her an appreciative nod. It seemed that everyone was looking out for my marriage, except for Emily herself. Despite her apology, she was still staring at Jack, licking her lips, like reliving the kiss in her mind.
Despite my wife’s indiscretion, I found myself more amused than angry. After all, I’d kissed Allison twice (and had gotten hard from it, besides). Was I really going to begrudge Emily? Especially since everyone was agreeing to keep things under control. No, this was PG high school party stuff. There was simply nothing to be upset about.
But when Cassie went next, she raised the stakes. I’m not sure it was on purpose. Not that it would matter if it was. The result was the same. She leaned forward, conspiratorially.
“My first time was in the backseat of my Dad’s Lexus,” she said, “My first kiss was with my cousin. I love anal sex.”
I swear I heard the whole tub gasp. Everything around us, once so loud, seemed to mute itself. My heartbeat thrummed in my ears. This wasn’t playful information about a pet or a high school crush. It was personal and more than a little dirty.
Worse, there was no easy answer. Instinctively, we all looked at Jack, but he just pointed us back to his young wife. Cassie leaned back and crossed her legs, the essence of sexy assurance, and waited for our answer.
“Anal is the lie?” Emily asked, her voice so quiet I could barely hear her.
Cassie put a scowl on her face. Then she burst out laughing. “You got me, Em!” she said, “My first time really was in my Dad’s car.”
“And your cousin?” Allison asked, clearly taken aback.
“We were both eight,” Cassie said, “I think it can be forgiven. Anal was the lie — I’ve actually never done that.”
We all looked around, nervously. Had we dodged the bullet or taken it right to the chest? I couldn’t tell.
We turned to Emily to hand out Cassie’s punishment. But my cute wife faltered.
“No drinking,” Emily said, ticking off the options, “No kissing, either…”
“Everything else is fair game,” Cassie said. Holy crap did that sound like an enticement.
“I’ve got it,” Mike said, again, all too eager.
But then he paused. It seemed like he was psyching himself up. Rapidly, he moved his arm in a short, sharp jab.
“Oh!” Cassie gasped, startled.
It was obvious what had happened: Mike had poked the beautiful blonde’s boob beneath the bubbles.
“All good,” Mike said, giving us all a satisfied smirk.
Cassie didn’t seem too upset about Mike’s hasty feel. She glanced away, as if nervous, but I could see she was sneaking a smile. I raised my eyebrow at Allison. But she sat back, placid.
And just like that — the question, the answer, the ‘punishment’ — everything we’d been doing was taken to a whole new level.