I looked over at my wife and she gave me a shy smile. She was cuddling so close to Jack, yet at the same time it felt like she’d never been more with me. It made me look at all this from a new angle.
To that point, I felt like Emily was the one pushing us forward. That I was the reluctant participant, hanging on while my wife went wild. Sure, I could concede that we were all enjoying the ride, but in my mind, Emily was driving. Now I wondered if my perspective was off. Was I similarly guilty of indiscretion? Were both of us steering our marriage closer to the cliff?
“I agree,” I said, “Last round.”
One of the benefits of speaking so infrequently was, my words tended to carry a lot more weight. When Emily had made her announcement, I felt the group about to argue. When I took her side, immediately we were all aligned.
“That’s good,” Cassie said, quickly recovering, “Save some for later.”
“I’m sure there will still be plenty of excitement,” Allison said, smiling at me wickedly.
We all nodded. In some ways, while capping the action, Emily had also encouraged it. With no more to come, we all knew it was now or never. Or at least, now or not till later.
After Cassie dealt the cards, Allison flashed me her hand. I didn’t catch much, but I saw a few faces in there plus one of the jokers. What was the athletic blonde trying to tell me? That she was going to play for punishments? I should have been anxious, but all the blood had gone to my dick and so all I could feel was anticipation.
Emily was the first to miss. Allison had played a red ten and I’d dropped a red card on top. My wife, in the flow of the game, reached for a card from her hand. Then she stopped herself. She reached back to undo her little pink bra, instead. For a moment, I wondered if she’d intentionally kept a playable card. But I couldn’t imagine her doing something like that.
My wife’s perky tits popped out. Emily’s breasts were on the smaller side, but they fit her frame flawlessly. Even better, they were as near to ideal in shape and fullness as any I’d ever seen — slightly upturned with coral nipples that flushed almost red when she was excited. As you might expect with everything going on, they were completely crimson and quite puffy.
“Wow,” Cassie said, unable to contain herself.
“Nice tits,” Mike said, equally enamored.
Emily giggled shyly. Jack gave her a little grin and I swear my wife almost swooned.
“They do look practically perfect,” Jack said. I noticed the later we played, the more his drawl came out. He sounded like an old cowboy now, evaluating a million-dollar herd.
And now it was his turn. Jack, too, eyed the red ten with a calculated eye. But after some deep thought, he played another red card — appropriately, a Jack. Cassie, next to play, stared down at the card like it was daring her. No doubt, in some ways, it was.
There are only 12 face cards in a deck, and we’d already seen a few of them. Plus, I knew Allison held a bunch more. At a certain point, as I’d learned from the previous rounds, we simply got locked in a spot. Or, as I started to wonder, maybe people decided to stop playing cards. Regardless of the reason, it seemed we’d reached that point.
Cassie put her cards down and turned to Mike. “Kiss?” she asked, and he nodded. He licked his lips in a way that made it clear that his mouth had gone dry.
The beautiful blonde leaned in and pressed her lips to his. She rested her hand on his cheek. Eyes closed. There had been a lot of making out so far at these things, but it had never looked exactly like this. Even when the two of them had been playing around at the park.
This was beyond affectionate. It was sensual. Desirous. Hungry and yet also quite affectionate. Not love, but… Not not love either. Little groans and loud wet smacks. Nearly naked bodies pressed closely together.
The both of them separated, but they kept staring at each other. Eyes searching. Still touching like they might go back in for another round. As if they wanted to, desperately. I had the sense that, if Mike and Cassie been alone, they might have moved so much further.
We had to remind Mike it was his turn. He didn’t even look at the cards.
“Kiss?” he asked, matching Cassie’s earlier request. She nodded.
I think all of us, including Cassie, assumed the couple would return to the activity they’d enjoyed so much. Mike had other ideas. Looking back, I have to say I’m impressed by his audacity. I mean, this was his chance. Why not go for it all?
Cassie leaned forward to kiss Mike on the lips. He leaned lower. Before anyone could react, Mike pressed his mouth onto Cassie’s breast.
“Oh!” Cassie said. You know you’ve done something when even she was taken aback.
The kiss was over the black lace of Cassie’s bra, but it was still shocking. None of us had even touched below the neck to this point, and now Mike was suckling on the beautiful woman’s tit. Cassie let her hand slide behind his head. Fingers running through his thin, blond hair. She let out a little moan.
It was only a moment, but it didn’t matter. Mike pulled back and the room went silent.
“Wow,” Allison said. I couldn’t tell if she was angry, upset, jealous, or what. Maybe all of it and more.
If Mike noticed his wife’s reaction, he didn’t show. He was grinning like a cat with a canary. The man with a boyish grin had gotten to mouth his dream girl’s boob. I mean, honestly, could you blame him for feeling blissful?
“My turn,” Allison said, decisively.
Like I said, we tended to get stuck in a spot and we’d been locked into the red face cards for a while. However, having seen Allison’s hand, I knew that she was about to put a stop to it. At the very least, she was going to play a card to me, giving me a tough choice. I was already weighing my options when Allison put her cards on the floor. She laid them down carefully, as if they might explode.
“I’ve got nothing,” she said.
I was too thrown off to register it. I certainly missed what she said next, though I suppose it was another kiss. Of a sort.
In one smooth motion, Allison dropped her head down to my lap. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed my cock. She didn’t just kiss the tip or whatever, she full-on engulfed me as deep as she could go.
“Whoa!” Cassie cried out.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted, accent on full.
I felt the warm wetness of Allison’s mouth surround my dick through my boxer shorts. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I sure did. Allison’s tongue pressed into the bottom of my shaft. She made a little humming noise. I swear I felt the room start to tilt, like we were on a ride at the parks.
Allison pulled off my cock and wiped her mouth with her forearm. “Very nice,” she said. She smirked at the rest of the room.
I was too shocked to reply. My dick did its best to fly out of my boxers while my eyes tried to pop off my face. The only part of me that wasn’t ready to explode was my stomach, which was knotting itself something awful and sinking deeper.
I looked around the room, afraid of what I’d see. But Cassie was clapping, and Mike was smiling, shaking his head ruefully at his wife, as if she’d played an awesome prank. Jack gave me a simple guy nod and it felt like getting the highest honor he could bestow. And my own wife, Emily, was eyeing me, appreciatively.
Nice, she mouthed at me. I was too shocked by it all to fully think about what her approval might mean.
“Your turn, Paul!” Cassie said.
I looked down at my cards, realized that I hadn’t seen them at all, then looked again. My brain was mush. Besides, was I actually going to play something at this point?
“No more kissing,” I said, firmly.
“It has gotten a little out of hand,” Cassie said.
“Yes,” I agreed, “Hand.”
I reached over to Allison. Her brown eyes widened as I drew closer. I cupped her bare breasts in my palms. She let out a soft sigh, settling into my grip. I ran my thumbs over her little pink nubs. The athletic blonde bit her lower lip.
“Very nice,” I said, knowing that she was self-conscious.
Allison responded, breathily. “If I’d known that the way to make you talk was to take my tits out…”
“Shhh,” I said, still weighing her boobs in my hands.