But that wasn’t far away at all. Everything to this point felt dangerous, risky. But compared to what came next, it’s clear that we’d been playing it safe.
It helped that Allison basically got the hand of death to start the next round. She was blanked on her very first play and had to lose the last of her top. She lifted her sports bra up from the bottom, and her pale, round breasts bounced out. Allison rushed to cover her chest with her arms, as if we hadn’t already gotten an eyeful.
“There’s, like, nothing to see,’ she said, blushing. Again, I was used to Allison being so confident. Not in the same way that Cassie was, but still.
“If there’s nothing to see, then show us,” Cassie said, smiling warmly. Such a sweet instigator.
Allison took a deep breath and dropped her arms. The athletic blonde’s breasts were little and round, and her broad frame made them seem even smaller. Her nipples were also tiny, pink, and very stiff. They stuck out like eraser nubs.
“My breasts are like, my worst feature,” Allison said.
“Then the rest of you must be really amazing,” Jack said.
Allison smiled, despite herself. She shook her head, like trying to jolt her mind back to its normal setting. But she left her arms at her sides.
The rest of us were able to play through the round, but the card stayed red, and Allison was, again, unable to match it.
“I’m out,” she said, “My hand sucks.”
I almost laughed as I realized it: Allison wasn’t all that upset about exposing herself. It was the act of losing, itself, that was driving her crazy.
“That means it’s down to dares,” Cassie said, casually, “I think you should have to kiss… Paul.” The beautiful blonde said it like she’d had to think about it. But despite Cassie’s movie star looks, she was a terrible actress.
“I thought we were just doing partner stuff,” Emily said, “For now.”
I wondered if she’d have protested the same way if it was her and Jack that were being paired. But I decided to be more charitable. My wife was standing up for me, for us, in her own way. I shouldn’t be complaining about that, considering.
“This isn’t the cards,” Cassie said, “It’s a dare, so the rules don’t apply.”
If we’d all disagreed, it would have ended things right there. But that was the thing — the big secret — we could pretend that we were tricked into this, forced. But the truth was, we all wanted what was happening.
Allison crawled over to me. Her little tits hung lovely as she went. She pressed her lips to mine. We were way past a peck on the cheek. This was a real kiss. My dick shot from somewhat stiff to incredibly erect.
Allison broke our connection. She gave me a smug grin, then sat down next to her husband. He gave her an evaluating look and she shot it right back to him.
Mike, though, had a move of his own. His next turn he switched the color of the pile to black. Now all of us were on the hot seat, and we started to catch up to Allison’s state of undress.
My erection was a foregone conclusion at that point, but everyone got to see for sure because I had to take off my pants. I was tenting my navy boxers something terrible, but the only reactions I got were a cute wink from Cassie and a thumbs up from Allison. My own wife flushed but smiled.
Despite being down to my underwear, I didn’t feel all that nervous. Not with everything else going on around me. Especially after Emily went next and also lost her shorts. She had on a pair of green, bikini cut panties. They made her tight little backside look good, in particular. And don’t think anyone missed the small wet spot near the front, either.
It quickly became clear that we’d all run out of black cards. Jack took off his jeans, revealing a pair of purple briefs (tighty purplies? I don’t know). They didn’t do anything to hide that he was feeling plenty aroused, that was for sure.
Cassie’s blue skirt came off next. Her lacy black panties matched her bra. They were too dark to see any wet spots, but I had to assume one was there.
Cassie looked like a Victoria’s Secret model, recumbent in her underwear. Tan skin and perfect body on display, incongruent in the casual living room. I remembered an 80s movie I’d seen once about two horny high schoolers making a magical woman using an image from a magazine, and I had to admit it kind of looked like we’d done the same.
Mike, too, lost his shorts, revealing a pair of white boxer briefs. Like the other boys, he was pointing prominently. He sat back down, looking anxiously at Cassie, Emily, and his own wife. Like he didn’t exactly know what to do with himself. Everything kept amplifying — the nerves and the nudity. But no one seemed ready to quiet things down.
Now it was Allison’s turn. She looked at her cards like a kid with a twenty-dollar bill at a candy shop, surveying all the options that could easily be hers. You didn’t need to be Daniel Negreanu to read what had happened — she’d been dealt a completely homogenous hand. She could play a black card, easily. But which one?
The athletic blonde slowly weighed her options. I could see the gears turning in her mind. Finally, without a hint of her earlier nerves, she played the ace of spades. The air rushed out of the room so fast, it’s a miracle we didn’t suffocate.
Cassie clapped her hands excitedly. “OK!” she said, “Let’s do this thing! Girls go one over. I’ll reshuffle and deal.”
The women all dutifully moved over one spot. My wife went next to Jack. He lifted his arm, welcoming, and Emily snuggled into his side. Cassie traipsed over to Mike and flopped down, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
Finally, Allison crawled over to me. The whole way over, she kept her eyes focused on mine, hungrily, like a jungle cat stalking her prey. Her little tits wobbled slightly as she went. She sat down next to me, then pulled me close, mirroring Emily and Jack.
As if I wasn’t already aware of what was happening, the reality of it dawned. We were all in our underwear, sitting next to someone who was not our spouse. Heck, the boys were all down to only our bottoms.
Emily and I had agreed that we were willing to be open. I knew that Allison and Mike had made a similar settlement. But there had been implied limits. Assumed rules. With all of us sitting nearly naked next to someone other than our partners, it was clear that not only had we already crossed those lines, but we were about to go far, far further.
“I think this should be the last round,” Emily said suddenly.