12 comments/ 81964 views/ 7 favorites Stick It To 'Em By: johngalt47 "Hey, guys!" My wife Jean squealed as she caught site of our friends, Brian and Lisa, waiting in the Baggage Claim area on Sunday. She ran to them and threw her arms around Brian. As usual the two of them embraced bodies touching from shoulder to knee. As usual I saw Brian's hand land right below Jean's belt. Not far enough below to cause a scene, but it always annoyed me. Jean had a super figure, D-cups for breasts, a nipped-in waist and a nice heart-shaped ass. Brian had always seemed to like to rub against it. More than once I had seen him 'accidentally' brush a hand across her breast or slide his groin across her butt as they passed in a small kitchen. Jean never made any reciprocal moves and many nights after several rubs by Brian, she would come to bed raring to go. I didn't ask her who she was having sex with those nights. Lisa and I hugged collarbone to collarbone, hands on shoulder blades. Where Jean is full-figured, Lisa is svelte with average size boobs and a firm and, to my mind, skinny butt. All of this perched on slender legs made her look smashing in a bikini. The women hugged briefly while Brian and I shook hands. The four of us had met about twenty-five years ago when Brian and I were hired on the same training program for a Fortune 100 company. We had gone through the training together. Our wives had had their first offspring about the same time. Although each of us had left that company and moved to new jobs and promotions, we had kept in touch. Now our younger child had left for college and their younger child was leaving in the fall. On Tuesday we were sitting in front of the gas log fire after watching the night late news. The ski condo which we had rented for the week was nice and comfortable. "Wasn't that horrible about that girl?" Jean asked. Each couple had a college-age daughter, so the report on the 11 o'clock news of a girl dying from a date-rape drug overdose here in Park City hit close to home. "I didn't realize how dangerous the drugs were. I thought they were like getting really drunk," Lisa commented. "Well," Brian started. "Rohypnol, 'roofies' I think is the slang term, is a sedative. If a guy gives her an extra dose accidentally combined with enough alcohol I guess it could be deadly." "How do you know so much," Jean queried. "A few years ago they had a lecture at the high school about safe dating. I went, but Lisa wasn't able to go. They talked about all the drugs. They gave pointers, like not taking drinks from strangers, watching as drinks were mixed, carrying your own drink around all the time. It was pretty comprehensive." This is why we liked to get together with Brian and Lisa. Our interests were similar and we could talk about anything. After we both left our original company, we were in different parts of the country and only saw each other when business trips brought us close. However, about seven years ago, we decided to go skiing together. It had really been fun and turned into an annual event. About five years ago a summer beach trip was added, so now we saw them twice a year. The ski trips had been all over the West. The beach trips were Gulf Coast destinations. Since we lived in Houston, they would fly in and then we'd drive together from there. We had been as far east as Gulfport, Mississippi. That trip, last year, had been memorable because I had gotten looped one night. I had started singing old songs at the top of my lungs, making gross jokes and in general being obnoxious before falling asleep across our bed completely dressed. The next day I had the worst hangover I could ever remember. Jean had been really pissed. When I got up, I discovered that Jean had been so mad that she slept on the couch in the sitting area of our joint suite. Things were frosty that day, but I put on my best 'contrite husband' demeanor and by the following day she had forgiven but not forgotten. None of us were black diamond skiers. I mean, how many ski slopes do you know near Houston? Brian and Lisa lived in Phoenix and could drive to slopes within a few hours, but they didn't. We guys did the intermediate slopes hard and the girls did the blue slopes easy. The week was mostly for company and fun. Fridays, the last day on our vacations, had developed into a ritual. The wives would go shopping. The husbands would do a guy thing. This time the guys were renting cross-country skis. We had planned a challenging tour, for us, of about fifteen miles. When we gathered back at the condo that evening, all four of us were tired. We went out for dinner and downed two bottles of wine. The alcohol on top of the exertions of the day induced silliness worthy of teenagers. Of course we needed to cure this. So we made martinis. By the time we mixed a second round of martinis, we had determined that there were no movies on the TV that we wanted to watch. The conversation had died down and we were listening to soft rock when Brian spoke up. "Let's play cards." "Bridge?" Lisa remembered the all-night sessions we had before kids. She didn't sound like she wanted a repeat. "Naw! That's for college kids. Let's play strip poker." "I don't – " I started to kill this idea. "Sure. Why not?" Was that my wife talking? Although she had a terrific figure, she was somewhat shy. She didn't disguise her attributes, but she didn't flaunt them either. She never wore low necklines, even in evening dresses, and she wouldn't wear bras that would show her nipples. She'd wear really sexy underwear in our bedroom or in the hotel room during our weekend getaways, but out in public she wore industrial strength bras and plain cotton panties. In college she had worn bikinis, but the tops were always heavy-duty and the bottoms covered everything completely. Since kids it was strictly one-piece suits. Maybe the alcohol had gotten to her. "Yeah! The girls'll beat the boys." Lisa wanted to play also. "I'll deal." Brian had gotten a deck of cards and was shuffling. "Wait. How many pieces of clothing has everyone got on?" Lisa was clarifying the situation. The guys had on sweater, shirt, slacks, briefs, and socks. The girls had sweater, bra, slacks, panties, socks, and shoes. The girls ditched the shoes so we each had six items to lose. Lisa lost the first hand, but the cards fell evenly around until we each had lost our socks. Jean lost the next hand and would have to show her bra. "You could lose your slacks and just show us your panties," I suggested helpfully. She has great legs, too. "Uhh, no, I think the sweater." She pulled the sweater over her head. She was blushing as the sweater cleared her face. I looked down and I could see why. Instead of the plain white cotton I expected, the bra was black and had a sheer mesh across the top half. You couldn't see her nipples, but crescents of her pink areolas were clearly visible. "Lisa and I stopped at a lingerie shop. I was going to surprise you." Well, I was surprised, but I wondered why she hadn't lost her slacks. Her panties wouldn't have shown anything. "It's a beautiful bra, and what's inside is beautiful, too." "Here, here," seconded Brian. "Everybody drink up and I'll get another round." The girls went off to do whatever they do in bathrooms together, and we fixed another batch of martinis. "How far do you think they'll go?" I asked Brian. "A couple of years after we moved to Phoenix, we played strip poker with three other couples. Lisa got down to her panties before one of the other women chickened out. We never played since. What about Jean?" "I don't know. I didn't even think she'd play tonight." "Hey guys" Lisa called. "C'mon back in here sho we can shee some skin." She had had more than enough to drink. I lost my sweater. Brian lost his sweater. Then Lisa lost. She teased us by lifting her sweater until we could see the bottom of her bra and then she dropped it. She stood and turned her back to us while slowly drawing the sweater over her head. I was expecting a racy bra like Jean's when she turned around. Instead it was a pretty champagne colored bra which exposed the upper slopes of her breasts, but no naughty bits. "Taa-daa," she exclaimed throwing her arms wide. Then she doubled over laughing when she saw my face fall. "Maybe next time," she giggled resuming her seat. Brian lost his shirt and then Lisa lost again. Again she stood up. "Did you like the show last time, Neil?" "Hell, yeah," I nodded. "You'll like it a whole lot more this time." She started twisting her hips in time to the music. She angled her body towards me. Although everyone else could see what she was doing, I had the full Monty view. She popped open the button on her slacks and pulled down the zipper part ways before pulling back up. The next time the zipper went all the way to the bottom and I could see the top of a pair of champagne-colored panties. She grabbed the sides of her slacks and pushed them down and then pulled back up two or three times. Finally, she pushed down and let them drop to the floor. Catching one leg with her foot, she flipped them towards me. Catching them distracted me until I heard Brian whistle. "Look at that." I looked back up and I saw that Lisa had turned around. The firm ass that I had admired in clothes was revealed by the g-string that she wore. "I wanted to surprise Brian, too." "I am surprised, honey. But I'm proud of that firm ass." He patted her butt as she came back to sit at the table. I figured that was why Jean hadn't skimmed off her slacks. She didn't want to show her butt to everyone. I lost next. I was wearing a pair of knit boxer briefs under my slacks. I was hard from looking at Lisa and thinking about Jean showing her boobs, even if they weren't completely exposed. I stood and skinned off my slacks. I started to sit back down. "Hey," Jean said. "We want to see some boy butt." I stood back up. I turned and shifted my hips in time to the music as I pulled up my shirt. Although I've developed a small paunch over the last twenty-five years, my butt was still pretty good because of my cycling each weekend. When I turned back around, I kept my shirttails up until Lisa had a good view of my hard-on under my briefs. Jean finally lost again. She started to unbutton her slacks while sitting in her chair. "Uh-uh," Lisa smirked. "Stand-up and give us the full treatment." Jean's Nordic complexion turned crimson, but she stood and moved away from the table. She started swaying to the music, but her nervousness made her movements jerky instead of smooth like Lisa's. Her zipper went down and up several times. I glimpsed a black elastic band at the top of her panties. Finally, on the fourth or fifth try the zipper stayed down, but she held the slacks so that the opening wasn't wide. She grabbed the waistband and started pushing the slacks down and pulling them back up, but she still didn't let the front opening widen. Finally she seemed to take a deep breath and pushed down on the slacks letting them fall to the floor. She didn't have a g-string on. She had on transparent panties. We could all see her blond bush. We could also see that she was wet in between and a dark pink line split her pussy lips. She almost jumped back into her seat. I lost my shirt. Brian lost his slacks. If our luck didn't turn around, we would be naked before the ladies showed anything else. Lisa lost next. She reached between her breasts to the front closure of her bra. After a quick twist I could see a line of pale white skin from her neck down to her panties. The cups stayed in place. "Hey,babe," Brian called. "It's called strip poker not stay poker. The bra's gotta come off." "Would you like to take it off?" She turned to me. I looked at Jean who gave a small nod yes. I grasped a cup in each hand, my thumbs touching the warm inside slopes of her breasts. I pulled each cup to the side. I was trying to make it seem casual, but I wanted my thumbs to rake over her nipples. No luck, although I did feel the bumpiness of her areolas. She thrust her arms behind her. I let go of the bra and it slid down to the floor behind her. Jean lost next. "Do you want to take off my bra," she asked, turning to Brian. "Oh, yeah!" She was facing him and he had to reach around behind her for the hooks. When they were undone, he made no pretense of handling the bra. Instead he slipped his hands back to the front under her bra to fondle her tits. After fifteen or twenty seconds of movement behind the cups, his hands twisted and he pulled the bra off by pulling on it from inside. He pulled it all the way off and tossed it aside. I caught Jean's eyes. They had a wild look in them. Jean also lost the next hand and thus would become the first to be nude. "You've got to give us a show Jeannie," Lisa giggled. "You're almost nude anyway." Jean got up and moved to one end of the room. This time when she started swaying it was graceful and sexy. She rolled her panties down slowly until they were a strip across the top of her thighs. Then she slowly rotated until her back was towards us. Hooking her thumbs in the panties, she pushed down until they fell about her ankles. She bent over straight-legged and held the sheer material as she stepped out of it, all the while swaying her ass from side to side. Finally standing back up, she tossed the gossamer over her shoulder to Brian. Turning around she gave a deep bow. I led the clapping. "What do I do now?" "You're out of the game. Sit there and look beautiful while we continue to play," instructed Brian. Lisa lost next. She stood next to the table and started moving to the music. She too, rolled her panties down to the top of her thighs, but then she danced over to Brian. She pushed his knees apart and danced back into him. Then she lowered her butt and brushed it back and forth over his erection and his legs. "Woo-hoo! You go girl," hollered Jean. Brian put his hands on her hips. She playfully slapped them away. "You know the rules. No touching the dancers." She danced away from him and danced over in front of me. Again she spread my knees and backed into me. She swished her butt across my chest and then slid down into my lap. I was glad I still had on my boxers. Without them, I'm sure she would have slid onto my pole. Even with the boxers, it felt very good to have her grinding in my lap. She seemed to spend more time in my lap, than she had in Brian's, but that might have been the alcohol and the surprise that she did anything like this with me. She danced away. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, when Brian yelled out, "Stop! Doesn't Jean get any attention?" "I don't –," Jean started to say. "She should take your panties off – with her teeth," Brian ordered. "Really, I don't think –" Jean started again. I knew Jean was uptight about girl-girl interactions. When we occasionally watched porn on the cable, she would always look away during the girl-girl scenes. "Don't think. Just do it." Brian again ordered. Lisa swayed over to Jean and waited. Jean hesitated, then got up on her knees and bit the panties at one hip. She tugged them down several inches. Then she did the same at the other hip. Two more repetitions and the panties finally slid down to Lisa's ankles. "You two look great together," Brian remarked as he and I clapped enthusiastically. Now it was just the two of us guys. Brian dealt. I lost. "Take it off. Take it off." Our wives chanted and clapped for me. I moved to the center of the room. Fortunately, the radio was now playing a rock song that gave me a solid beat that I could hear. I began to bump and grind trying to act how I thought a male stripper would. My cock was hard and pushing the front of my boxers way out. My gyrations were causing it to bounce up and down and threatening to pop out too quickly. I turned my back to the group and slowly pushed my boxers down, exposing my butt. Lisa whistled. I turned back around and pushed down my waistband an inch or so before pulling back up. "Show us what you've got," Jean yelled. I pushed my boxers back down until my short and curlies were showing, but still just covering my cock. I gyrated some more, but less forcefully so my cock stayed hidden. Finally I did several hard hip thrusts interrupted by bumps to the left and right. On the third combination my cock sprang free. "Woohoo," called Lisa. "Way to go, babe," followed Jean. I pushed my boxers on down to the floor and took a deep bow followed by one more bump and grind. When I sat back down, I purposely didn't pull my chair close to the table. Lisa was trying to stare at my cock without being obvious. I didn't think I was anything but average, but something new is always attractive. I slumped down in the chair, letting my cock stand up and keeping my paunch from hanging over it. Anyway, I was hard from seeing her and showing off my wife. Let Lisa look all she wanted. "Why don't we play one last hand," Brian suggested. "What's the sense? There's no clothes left to bet," complained Jean. "Well," responded Brian. "If I don't win, you get my shorts and all that's under them. If I win the loser has to perform a forfeit that I give them." "O-kay! One last chance to see what's under there," Jean exclaimed. As Brian dealt the cards, I saw he was trying to get my attention without the girls noticing. He was mouthing something. I couldn't make it out. "Lose." Finally, I understood. What was he planning? How could he be sure that he would win? If I lost, was he planning to embarrass me? The martinis took over. I threw away a pair of jacks. Brian won with a full house, tens over sevens. How did he do that? I lost. "Well, damn! I was hoping one of the ladies would lose. Let me think. I know. Neil, you suck on Jeans nubs, two minutes each. Move to the couch so you'll both be comfortable and we can watch easily." I wondered why he would pick such a tame forfeit. Jean moved to the couch and I moved to her side and leaned over to take a nipple in my mouth. "No, no!" Brian said. "Stick your tongue out so we see it flicking her nipple. Like in a porno." I moved around and leaned to her near nipple being sure to give Brian and Lisa a good view of the action. "Oohh nice." Jean moaned. "That's so hot. I've never seen real people having sex before," Lisa exclaimed. "What a pair of knockers," Brian commented as he moved to sit on a chair across from us. I shifted to the other nipple. It was awkward leaning across her body but still exposing the tongue action. Jean shifted downward. I glanced down and saw her butt was on the edge of the couch and her knees were spread wide. My sedate wife was displaying her pussy for all to see. As I continued my tongue action, I glanced over and saw that Brian was staring at Jean as Lisa helped him take off his briefs. I switched back to the first nipple. As I did, I looked at Jean. She was staring at Brian. "Do her third nub," Brian said hoarsely. I was confused. I stopped and looked over at him. "Her clit, her third nub; lick her pussy." Lisa was sucking and jacking Brian. I slipped to the floor and moved between Jean's legs to begin nibbling. "Oh god, oh god!" Jean exclaimed. She tasted so sweet. I loved her smell and the feeling of her soft wet lips on my tongue, my lips, and my cheeks. Jean began to buck her hips slowly in my face. The novelty and excitement of this evening meant that she wouldn't take long to climax. "They're doing it; they're doing it." Jean was chanting in time to her hip thrusts. I stopped and looked over my shoulder. Lisa was straddling Brian and pounding him pretty hard. I could still see Brian staring our way. "Get in me," Jean commanded. I stood and pushed on Jean's shoulder to get her to lie down. Stick It To 'Em "No, you sit. I want to ride you, too." Jean stood up and I sat down. Instead of facing me like Lisa was facing Brian, she sat on me with her back against my chest. Jean slowly descended on my cock. Then she turned to one side and looked back at me. "Kiss me!" Jean loves to kiss. Particularly in a situation like now, when she had gotten really hot, but had no kisses. Her request was also a signal that she'd probably have a major orgasm later. I put my hands under her thighs to help her bounce. Once she got a rhythm going, I moved one hand to her clit. Looking at the other couple my eyes were immediately drawn to Lisa's ass. Although Lisa normally seemed to have a skinny ass, in her current position kneeling on the couch with her knees spread and bouncing up and down, her ass looked nice and rounded. From her spread position, her rosebud was winking at me every time she lifted up. I had never seen one presented that way before and my temperature shot through the roof. "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eeehhh." I heard Jean make her distinctive climax sounds. Then she slumped against me. I lifted her up slightly and thrust upwards three times before spurting inside her. Looking over I saw that Brian and Lisa weren't moving either. Lisa's ass was still thrust out, but the way she was leaning caused a shadow down her crack. I could no longer see that fascinating rosebud of hers. A little while later we all roused up and stumbled to our bedrooms. We'd clean up everything including clothes in the morning. When I got up in the morning, I found Jean and Lisa were already fixing breakfast. The clothes had disappeared from the living room and everything was almost ready for us to check out. Nobody said anything about the previous night. When Jean and I returned to Houston, I tried to broach the subject, but she brushed it off. "It was fun, and I might do it again, but no big deal." "I was just surprised that my normally shy wife was so agreeable." "Look, there was a lot of alcohol. Nothing serious went on. Just drop it!" End of discussion. ***** Just after we returned from our January trip to Park City, Jean was promoted to a marketing manager position in the large corporation where she works. She wouldn't have as much traveling as during her sales days, but some was still required. One definite trip was four days at one of the two conventions where her company exhibited. The spring after the Park City trip she volunteered to do 'convention duty' in Phoenix. She called Lisa and told her when she would be in town. Lisa was excited and asked her to stay with them. Jean felt she had to decline. She might need to entertain clients and her hotel was downtown near the convention center. Lisa and Brian lived out in Mesa which would be inconvenient. She did accept an invitation to dinner for Sunday night after she flew in. She called me every night. Sunday night she called from the airport after arrival since she was going straight to Brian and Jean's and wouldn't check in until late. The other nights she called me from her hotel. It was a boring convention. She didn't see any customers that she knew well. The other managers took the important clients out to dinner. She was tired when she got in Thursday night so I let her rest. She made it up to me on Saturday. ***** In July the four of us rented a condo in the Port Aransas/Mustang Island stretch of Texas coast. As we always did, we flipped for bedrooms. This time Jean and I won, taking the master bedroom with its private bath. Brian and Lisa would use one of the other bedrooms and the hall bath. On Tuesday Lisa and I were sitting on the beach reading and watching Brian and Jean dive in the waves. "Thanks for inviting Jean to dinner when she was in Phoenix," I commented to break the silence. "Oh, I enjoyed it," she replied. "I wish she hadn't been busy the other three nights. Brian had a rush project come up and he worked really late those nights. She would have been nice company." "Yeah, that's too bad." I thought Jean had told me that the convention was quiet and she stayed in her room those nights. She probably just wanted quiet time alone after the hustle and bustle of the convention floor. Our Friday ritual had been confirmed. Of Course the women were going shopping. Brian and I were going deep sea fishing. Neither of us had ever been and we had dreams of reeling in giant marlins. Although the captain of the boat told us that there were no marlins in this part of the Gulf, we still imagined a hundred-pound kingfish. Jean almost always gets up before I do. I'm a light sleeper and I wake up when she gets out of bed, but usually I'll turn over and grab another fifteen or twenty minutes of sleep. Friday morning I felt keyed up anticipating the fishing. After about five minutes I rolled out of bed and walked barefoot down the hall. As I got closer to the kitchen, I heard Brian talking to Jean. I only caught the tail end of what he said. "… he won't remember a thing. She may remember, but in any case she'll be cooperative." Jean replied softly. I didn't catch her words until I had taken a couple of more steps. "… sure it's safe?" "I've been trying different doses on Lisa for the last two months. Three-quarters of a tab puts her to sleep and she doesn't remember anything the next day. A half tab is like she's very drunk, not a lot of fun. A quarter tab has given us some wild nights. She's done things she's never done before. She doesn't seem to remember much in the morning, but I'm not sure. Two times with the low dose, she's told me how relaxed she was the next day with sort of a wink. I'll use a full tab on Neil. He's a big guy, but it'll put him out. I doubt he'll remember a thing in the morning. No problems." "Look, I saw how Neil looked at Lisa last time. He'd jump at the chance to lay her. Why don't we just play it straight and swap spouses?" "I tried to do that in Park City, but I couldn't. Lisa's my wife. She doesn't get laid by anybody but me." "But it's okay for you to lay your friend's wife?" "Alright, I'm a hypocrite, but you enjoyed that first time in Gulfport, that quickie we had in Park City, and those nights during your Phoenix visit. I just wish we lived closer so we saw each other more." "If we saw each other more, we'd probably get bored and it would be risky for our marriages. If it was out in the open, we wouldn't have to sneak around," Jean replied. This was a strange conversation. They didn't want Lisa or me to hear it. They were talking about some kind of pills and swapping spouses, although I wasn't going to be included in the swap. I retreated back to our bedroom. Right afterwards I heard Lisa pad across the hall to the bathroom. In a couple of minutes I heard her walk down to the kitchen. I stuck my head out in the hall. Seeing nobody, I walked over to their bathroom. If Brian had pills, the likely place would be in his shaving kit. I found it in one of the drawers and quickly checked. Sure enough, in one of the small pockets, there were about a dozen pills in plastic wrap. I grabbed one and went back across to our bedroom. As I closed the door gently, I turned the packet over in my hand. One side had 'Roche' imprinted on it; the other side showed '2'. I was pretty sure that I was looking at a 'roofie', Rohypnol, the date rape drug which we had discussed on our last trip. What is this shit! My buddy is going to drug me and his wife so that he can bang my wife! When hell freezes over! I needed a plan. I wanted to get back at Brian by screwing Lisa. I also was going to punish Jean, but maybe not as badly as Brian. After all she did stick up for me a little and try to get Lisa for me. But those two were going to have pain by tomorrow morning. I stuck the pill in my shaving kit and went to join the others. The day was good for fishing. Both Brian and I each caught a kingfish. Neither one of us wanted to take our catch home, but we got several photos each. When we came in we felt good and not too tired. I wasn't as excited as Brian was. He had caught the bigger fish and was giving me a ribbing. "Hey bro. What are the girls gonna think now that I'm the King Fisher? I think they'll appreciate that my tackle is so good, huh?" "Yeah, Brian, they'll get a kick out of that." "Neil, you've been quiet all day. Anything wrong?" I couldn't just say that he was a piece of crap for planning to drug me and fuck my wife. "You know how it is. You plan a vacation to get away from things for a while, but then something triggers you to remember a problem. Then you've got to worry with it until you figure out a solution." "Anything I can help with?" "No, I think I've finally got an idea. Thanks though." I had a tentative plan. I was sure that we'd play strip poker again tonight. Brian would mix the drinks. When I saw him spike my drink, I'd use the pill I got this morning to spike his drink. I'd pretend to drink mine, but I'd really dump it out somewhere. Brian would pass out. Lisa, Jean and I would continue playing. I would suggest continuing after losing our clothes by playing forfeits. Lisa would be compliant. At some point her forfeit would be to suck and fuck me. Jean would have to watch that, but I also wanted to humiliate her. We watched porno on cable once or twice a year. She had always complained about the girl-girl scenes. One time she had caught me looking at a site on the internet that featured pictures of girls kissing. "Ugh, I don't see how they can do that," she commented. Some of her forfeits would involve some mild lesbian action with Lisa. One funny thing: I was madder at Brian than Jean. Part of it was the drug thing. But could it be that Jean and I were now Friends With Benefits who just happened to be married to each other? Another question came up. Did Jean play around on her business travel? Her comment on risk made me think she didn't do anything in Houston, but what about when she was in Dallas or New York or Los Angeles? We would have to have some long talks when we got back home. If steaks, wine, and martinis were last night fare on our ski trips, Mexican, sangria, and Margaritas were standard for our beach trips. Two pitchers of sangria had gone down easily. I was lucky that no cop stopped us on our way back to the condo. "Well, we've had our traditional last meal at the beach," Lisa stated. "Are we going to have our traditional poker game?" "Of course." I wasn't sure how one game made a tradition, but I was willing to look at Lisa's firm ass and pert tits again. I needed to watch Brian fix the drinks, though. Brian mixed up a batch of Margaritas. "That Mexican food seemed extra spicy tonight. Think you'll taste the spice later on?" He looked at Lisa and grabbed his crotch. "Oh goody! A new flavor this week," Lisa exclaimed. She looked at Brian and then she glanced at me and sort of winked. We all laughed. I didn't see him put anything extra into the glasses, so I was guessing that the second round would be the money shot. We sat around the coffee table. I sat at one end of the couch. Brian sat at the other. The girls sat on the floor across from us. The girls had on four items of clothing and the guys three each. After some discussion, we decided that we'd play until three people were naked like last time, so the clothing was okay. A new rule was added at Brian's instigation. The loser of the hand had to take a slug from their glass. We played slower and talked more. The Margaritas were gone and I was wearing briefs and shorts. Lisa had only her panties left to lose. Tonight Jean was showing off her boobs, wearing only her shorts and panties. Brian was in shorts and briefs. "I'll mix another round," Brian offered. The girls tripped off to the restroom. I pretended to not pay much attention and he mixed another batch. I saw him drop something into my glass and Lisa's glass. He turned to grab the pitcher to pour as I walked over to the bar. "Is that a cockroach?" I pointed to the floor beside the stove. When he looked I dropped the pill I had stolen this morning in his glass. "I didn't see anything," he replied. "Don't say anything to the girls. Lisa'll freak out." He poured the next round. As he turned to put the pitcher in the sink, the girls returned. I picked up Brian's glass as the ladies came to get theirs. "No! That's my glass," Brian almost shouted. "That one's yours." "Are you sure?" I looked a little befuddled. The other two glasses had lipstick so we were only arguing over two. "I think this one's yours." I picked up mine and shoved it towards him. "No, that one's mine!" "Don't get excited." I was holding both glasses now and let them both drop below the counter where he couldn't see them. I moved my arms around as if switching the glasses. He couldn't see that I hadn't changed hands, but Jean could. I brought the drinks back up. "Maybe you're right." I handed his original glass back to him. I saw Jean nod an imperceptible 'Yes' to him and he took the glass. Of course, it didn't matter. Both his and mine had drugs in them. We sat back down. I took a little sip from mine and put it on the floor by the couch. When no one was watching during the deal, I poured most of my drink on to the rug beside the couch. On that deal Brian lost his shorts and took a big gulp of Margarita. As he dealt the next hand, I covertly poured water clouded with lemon juice into my glass. On this round Jean lost her shorts and took a gulp. "Brian, why don't you take a gulp with Jean. You both lost your shorts on successive hands," I encouraged. That seemed right to Brian. On the third hand Jean lost her panties. "Brian, take a gulp with my wife." He did. "I feel a little dizzy. Neil, why don't you deal?" I took the cards. "Brian, finish off your drink. You'll feel better." He upended the glass. Before the cards were around he had passed out. "Well, what now?" Lisa seemed pissed that her husband had fallen asleep. "The game isn't over. Let's get him to your bedroom and then we'll continue." I wanted him out of the way so there were no distractions. It is surprising how difficult it is to move 180 pounds of dead weight about 40 feet. Finally I grabbed him under the arms and each wife grabbed a leg and we got him onto their bed. We had fallen out of the party mood by the time we got back to the great room. We all took a drink and I picked up the cards but it didn't feel right. "Did you see how Brian's thingy flopped around while we were getting him into bed?" Lisa giggled. "With so much alcohol in him tonight, I don't know how good he would have been." She held her hand straight up, fingers together, and then slowly relaxed them so they curled over against her palm. Jean burst out in laughter. "The Mexican food made him hot, but the Margaritas turned him cold." We laughed and the game was back on. I dealt. Jean lost. The women were back sitting on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. She lay down on her back and lifted her hips to skin down her thong. While still lying down, she tossed the thong at me. Then she rolled back up to a sitting position. "No fair," called Lisa. "She didn't show anything." "Well, Neil's seen it so often I bet he's got it memorized." "Make her show something." I thought now would be the time to begin punishing Jean for what I was sure had happened. "I do have your pussy memorized. But there are other parts that I rarely see. Kneel with your back to us." She moved. "Now spread you knees about shoulder width." "Bend down and rest your head on the carpet." Her back entrance was exposed to both of us. In keeping with her overall complexion, the area around it was a very light tan. We could also see the back part of her pussy. It was damp but not very open yet. "Okay." "I've got to go tinkle," Lisa stated before the next hand. "I'll fix another round of drinks," I volunteered. "Jean, why don't you help me?" Jean was getting the ice out while I measured the mix and the tequila. "When we get back home," I started, "I don't want you to volunteer for the Phoenix convention next year," I hissed at her. "Why is that?" She looked startled and almost dropped the tray of ice she was holding. "You know why." "Maybe we ought to stop the game tonight." She looked guilty, but defiant. "Maybe we ought to stop our marriage tonight. Play the game if you want to salvage something." We didn't talk anymore as we finished fixing the drinks. Soon Lisa was back, and we were sitting around the table. I dealt again and included Jean. "I don't have anything else to lose." "If you do lose," I replied. "You'll have to perform a dare that the winner chooses." She didn't have to worry. I lost. I stood in front of the couch and did an impromptu strip tease. I danced to some music that only I could hear, but Lisa and Jean clapped when I threw my shorts across the room. "Sho now if I win, I get 'a give botf of you a forfeit, righ?" Lisa was slurring her words slightly. I wondered if the combination of alcohol and roofie would cause her to pass out. "You won't beat me," Jean predicted confidently. She was right. Lisa didn't win. I won, but Jean lost. "Jean's gotta do a forfeit." Lisa goaded in sing-song. Jean looked at me, just waiting. I pretended to think, but I'd already planned out what I wanted to happen. "Suck Lisa's tits, thirty seconds each." "I don't want –" Jean started to protest. "It's a forfeit. You've got to do it," I stated. "You must do it," I restated looking directly at her. She knew I meant or else get out. "Oooo, just for me." Lisa giggled as Jean moved over and bent to her task. "Oh, nice," Lisa put a hand behind Jean's head and held her in place. "Switch." I was monitoring the time. "Ok, done." "I liked that forfeit," Lisa said. "Neil, you can have her do that again anytime." I dealt and Lisa lost. She moved away from the table and began to sway. She rolled her panties down a little, but then followed my lead and turned her back to us. She slowly rolled the panties down until most of her ass was exposed. When she turned back around, I could see a damp spot on the front of her panties. She alternated thrusting her hips toward me and then Jean. With each thrust she rolled her panties lower until they were below her sex. She turned her back to us once more. A small downward push sent the panties to her ankles. She stepped out of her panties, ending with her feet about eighteen inches apart. When she bent over to pick up her panties, everything was exposed. Her little rosebud was aimed right at me and my cock twitched. Below her rosebud, her gash was bright pink and dripping. When Lisa stood back up, she tried to throw her panties over her shoulder to me, but they ended up landing beside Jean. "Ooops," Lisa exclaimed. She grabbed them and threw them across the room. "Okay, what's my forfeit?" Lisa stood with her hands on her hips looking at me for a command. I was surprised. She was so out of it that she thought she had to strip AND do a forfeit. I recovered nicely. "You liked what Jean did to you, so you do it to her." Lisa eagerly dropped to her knees next to Jean. When I told her to start, she latched on to Jean's nearest boob like a hungry baby. She had her own ideas about how to do this. As she sucked on one side, she caressed the other breast gently. "Switch," I called. Lisa spent an extra ten seconds and then moved. As soon as she was in position, Jean brought a hand to gently rub her neck. Of course I made sure that Lisa spent a full thirty seconds on that boob also. "Time's up." Again Lisa was reluctant to stop. When she did, she caressed both of Jean's boobs before turning back to the game. Interesting. Stick It To 'Em I dealt and won again. "Lisa, caress Jean's clit for two minutes. Jean, it'll be easier if you lie down this time. Lisa, you might want to lick your fingers before you start." "Put this under your head." I tossed Jean a throw pillow from the couch. Lisa moved to sit beside Jean's hip facing her. Then she licked her fingers and reached down to Jean's mons. Jean didn't just spread her legs. She lifted and spread her knees. When she did, Lisa and I could see her vaginal lips separate, slick with her juices. We also saw her clit peeking out at the top. Lisa began her caresses. Jean threw an arm across her eyes. Her mouth was open and after about forty-five seconds I could hear her begin to pant. Soon after, her hips began to roll occasionally. With about twenty seconds to go, Jean uncovered her eyes and put a hand behind Lisa's neck. "Kiss me," Jean breathed. Lisa didn't stop rubbing Jean's clit as she rolled over, stretching out on her elbow and her body next to Jean's. Her hair draped over both of them as they began to kiss. In a few seconds Jean put her other arm around Lisa's back. The hand behind Lisa's neck started to caress downwards. When it reached the swelling of Lisa's ass, it moved across to the divide between her cheeks and the fingertips stroked up and down a little. I noticed Jean's hips begin to roll in a regular motion up towards and then away from Lisa's hand. I got up and moved around the room turning out the lights. Shortly there were only indirect glows from the kitchen and from the hallway. When I sat back down on the couch the girls were still kissing, but I could hear Jean moan each time they broke to take gasps of air. Another minute and Jean broke the kiss. "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eeehhh." Jean pulled Lisa tight to her body as her hips gyrated wildly and then slumped back down. Lisa snuggled against Jean for a minute or two lightly nibbling at her neck while Jean's breathing returned to normal. "Jean, Lisa needs to be repaid," I stated. "Lisa, put your knees on either side of Jean's head." "What?" Jean responded. "Lisa, sit on Jean's face. Jean, eat Lisa out." Lisa moved, but she ended up facing Jean's feet and leaning on one arm. From Lisa's expression and the movements of Jean's head, I could tell that Jean was following instructions. By now I was almost bursting. If I touched my cock, I was sure I'd shoot off. Time for Lisa's first hole. I stood and moved in front of her. She had her eyes closed, but when I stopped she sensed my presence and opened them. "I need some relief, too." She moved upright and I took a step closer putting me to one side of her. She grasped my cock with one hand while steadying herself with her other hand on my thigh. Then she leaned over and began swirling her tongue around the little head. It felt wonderful, but when she also began to jack the base of my cock, I knew that I was close. "Lisa, I'm not going to last long." I heard the sucking sounds from her and the wet smacking sounds from Jean. Lisa kept up a full assault on my cock. "God, Lisa, here it comes!" I erupted in her mouth. I felt the swallowing action of her throat after each spurt. She kept her mouth on me until I began to soften. "You taste good. Maybe we can do that again, later." "Maybe, but right now Jean's attending to you. You ought to help her, too." Lisa let go of me and bent over. As soon as she touched Jean's thigh, the knees pulled up and spread. Lisa bent over and put her red tongue in the pink valley. I moved to an easy chair where I could watch the white curves move and undulate. The soft, wet noises told the story of the hidden activities. I could see Jean's blond head moving between tan thighs and further away an auburn mop was bobbing around a white triangle. This continued for several minutes and suddenly Lisa's head popped up and went still. Her whole body became rigid. She moaned softly and dropped her head back down, her cheek resting on a raised thigh. Jean's head continued to move, but slower and with a smaller pattern. I knelt beside Lisa's head and whispered to her. "You need to finish Jean now." She rolled her head a little and returned to flicking her tongue over the exposed clit. I also saw her arm begin to move and noticed that she had two fingers inside Jean. "Put a finger in her ass," I instructed. Lisa moved her little finger between the soft globes. In less than a minute Jean lifted her hips in a rigid bridge over the rug. I looked back and saw her head mashed between Lisa's thighs and moving back and forth. "Oh, god," she flopped back down. Lisa rolled her head back to the side. In a minute Lisa rolled off to one side. When she did, Jean turned around. Putting an arm around the smaller girl's neck and one behind her back, she drew her in to a soft, slow kiss. It lasted for a while, but was more tender than passionate. When the kiss broke, they snuggled up to each other. I remembered that I wanted to do at least one more thing. "Jean, please go get the KY." She returned quickly and put the little bottle of lubricating lotion on the table. "Lisa, have you ever had anal sex?" "Brian and I have done it a few times, why?" "I think you have a beautiful ass and I want to fuck it." "I, I guess I'll try." "Why don't you kneel on the couch and lean over the back. Jean, you get her ready." Jean reached for the KY. "No, start with your tongue." Early on in our marriage, we had each tongued the other's rosebud. Although we continued to have anal sex, that part of it had dropped away. Now Jean colored as she thought of doing that to another female. Still, she moved behind Lisa. I moved to the side to watch. "Lisa, spread your knees and squat down a little. It'll be easier for her to get to you." Jean put her hands on Lisa's cheeks and spread them further. She extended her tongue and pushed her face between the white globes. I saw by the movements in her throat that she was rimming Lisa. I moved behind Jean and slipped my hand between her legs to caress her clit and pussy. "Isn't she delectable just like you're delectable? I love to watch you two beauties together. You're so soft and creamy. Now put the lube on her and then use your fingers to open her up." I kept fingering Jean as she reached back to grab the small bottle. She smeared a glob of the liquid around Lisa's rosebud. She pushed her index finger inside and thrust several times. Then she added her middle finger. After a little bit, she was pumping four fingers into Lisa's tight hole. "I feel so full," Lisa said. "But it feels really good." "Lube me now," I requested. Jean stopped pumping Lisa. She dribbled lube on my cock and smeared it around. I began to push slowly into Lisa's ass. At first there was resistance, but then she seemed to just open up and I slid smoothly in to the hilt. It had been over a year since I had ass-fucked Jean, so I reveled in the tightness of a new ass around my cock. As I began to move back and forth Lisa started to move in counterpoint to my hips. Suddenly Jean appeared in front of Lisa. The blond kissed the auburn-haired woman and snaked her hand between Lisa's legs. "Doesn't he feel good inside? You look so hot taking it from him. I want you to get off, too." They kissed again. "Let me suck your tits," Lisa asked after the kiss broke. Jean continued to rub Lisa between the legs as she moved a nipple to Lisa's lips. I reached around to pinch and fondle the smaller pair of breasts. "Mmmm-hmmm," she moaned. "The two of you are so sexy," Jean stated. She puckered her lips and leaned over Lisa's shoulder. I buried my self in Lisa and stopped to kiss my wife. I could hear Lisa continue to suck the nipples before her. I kept a steady rhythm. Although I had cum from Lisa's mouth, I didn't think I would last too long inside a new ass while watching two beauties get it on. "Move so I can suck you," Lisa requested. Jean climbed onto the back of the couch, one leg sticking across the top and one leg hanging down to the seat. Lisa moved sideways slightly to put her face against Jean's pussy. I watched as she started lashing Jean's clit, then I started fucking again. Almost as soon as I started, I could see Lisa bang her nose against Jean. "Let's move around." With that comment Jean slid off the back of the couch. She reversed her position and moved Lisa's hips above her head. Lisa and I turned so that we were now in the doggy position above Jean. I felt Jean swipe her tongue down Lisa's slit and on to my balls. Lisa dropped her head and started licking Jean's slit. None of us lasted long after that. In about two minutes I blasted my sperm inside Lisa. I couldn't hold myself up and sat back on my heels. When that happened, Jean could see some of my jism leak out of Lisa's ass. She craned her neck up and licked. After about fifteen seconds Lisa moaned loudly and went rigid. She collapsed leaning against the back of the couch. A few more swipes of her tongue and Jean climaxed. I staggered off the couch to a chair. Jean was putting little kisses and licks on Lisa's thighs. Lisa scrunched around and the women kissed tenderly again. Finally, we all got up. Lisa ambled off to her bedroom and Jean and I to ours. ***** I woke up when Jean got out of bed. She went into the bathroom and I heard her stream splash in the pot. She walked back in. "Are you okay with last night?" I waited for her answer. She walked back to the bed. "A one-time thing, right?" She looked anxious waiting for my answer. "Probably. You want it that way?" "I enjoyed it last night, watching you." "What about with Lisa?" I knew she enjoyed that, too. I wanted her to admit it. She glanced down, her cheeks reddening. "My, uh, uh, time with Lisa was better than I ever thought it would be, but I don't know if I want to do it again." "That's fine. I enjoyed it, too, but it might be too intense to do again." "Yes. What did you mean about Phoenix last night?" "Lisa told me that you had turned down her invitation for a second dinner with them because the convention was keeping you busy at night, but you told me you were in your room bored to death." "I just got tired during the day. I didn't want to make the drive out to Mesa at night." "She also told me that Brian had a rush project those nights and didn't get home until late." "So?" I could see she was uncertain now. "Yesterday morning I heard you and Brian talking when you thought Lisa and I were still asleep. Guys who plan to use drugs to get sex aren't very nice. Neither are wives who sleep with their husband's friends." The color drained from her face. "So you really did switch glasses with Brian last night." "The hand is quicker than the eye." We packed up. We drove Brian and Lisa to Houston International to catch an afternoon flight. We dropped them at the curb and said goodbye to them. "We enjoyed it as always," Lisa said. "You know, Brian always has a week's retreat in late October with his company. With all our kids gone, maybe I'll visit you guys in Houston." She sort of winked at Jean.