‘You’re such a fucking tease,’ she said, running her fingers through her hair.
‘Amy likes being spanked,’ said Mark, sitting up.
‘I can tell,’ said Cassian, breathing out. He stood up, unable to hide his hard-on any longer, his cock making a tent of his jeans, he tucked it aside but it was a losing battle. He stepped across the board and sat back down on the carpet as Amy struggled to sit upright.
‘This game is cruel,’ she said. ‘But fucking hell, is it good.’
She ran her fingers through her hair and exhaled as Emilia picked up the dice and rolled it across the board.
‘Six,’ she said, excitedly. She moved her piece and it landed on a blank so she leaned forward and picked up a card.
She blushed as she read it.
‘All other players… oh my goodness,’ she put her fingers to her lips and tried again. ‘Blindfold yourself. All other players must kiss you… Wherever they like.’
Amy gasped, turning around and standing up, running over towards her bag which she’d tucked by the side of the couch.
With a flourish, she produced a black silk scarf and waved it excitedly at Emilia.
‘You can use this,’ she said, tip toeing back over. ‘Can I tie it?’
Emilia laughed and nodded.
Amy flattened the scarf in the palms of her hand and stretched it out to its full length then she stepped around behind the seated Emilia and placed it over her eyes and face.
‘Hold it there,’ she whispered.
Emilia obliged and pressed it against her forehead as Amy tied it in a loose knot around the back of her head, tucked neatly beneath her ponytail.
‘Is that okay? Is it too tight?’
Emilia shook her head and grinned.
‘ I can’t see anything,’ she said, reaching out blindly for Amy. ‘Where should I go?’
‘Do you want to lie down?’
Emilia nodded and Amy took hold of her arm and hand and guided her down onto the carpet until she was laying flat on her back.
She couldn’t see anything. The scarf was thick and black and only the smallest amount of light was reaching her eyes through the thick threaded material.
For a moment she lay still, placing her hands on her stomach and then she decided to lay them down by her side.
She listened hard, trying to work out if anyone was moving or creeping around.
She laughed nervously.
‘Are you all still there?’ she said, but there was no response.
She wriggled on the floor and stretched out her fingers in nervous anticipation. Her whole body was tingling, not knowing where, or who was going to touch her first.
She felt movement to her left and turned and then a moment later, something brushed past her foot and she jumped.
She had to hold back the urge to scream and rip off the scarf, instead she scrunched the carpet in her fingers and bit her lip, breathing in and out hard as she waited.
Still nothing.
She could hear her heart beating in her ears.
Then lips kissed the edge of her hip and she gasped and rose up into the air, arching her back and crying out in both surprise and pleasure.
It had happened so fast that she had no idea if it was Amy or one of her two men.
She flopped back down and her whole body writhed, her legs moving uncontrollably as the sensation subsided.
She moved her hands around on the carpet, trying to regain control of her senses, twitching in anticipation of the next kiss, her head flicking back and forth.
Soft lips kissed hers, upside down.
She pushed up, back and into her friend, yearning for more as Amy pulled away.
She could still feel her warmth on her lips as one of the two men nuzzled into her neck, kissing her deeply as she writhed and searched for them.
Then they pulled away and were gone.
She sat up and tore at the scarf, undoing it and discarding it to her side as she looked around, flustered, shaking and intensely turned on.
She knew that Amy had kissed her lips, but she still wasn’t sure which of the men had kissed her neck or her hip, and she loved it. The whole experience had been incredible. The blindfold, the unknown, the surprise. She wanted to do it again.
Amy rolled the dice toward’s Emilia’s husband as they all shuffled back to their places but Mark plucked it up whilst it was still moving and flicked it back across the board in one smooth motion.
‘I’m intercepting,’ said Mark, producing a card from the small pile at his feet. ‘Keep this card and play it when you want to intercept another player’s turn, they go after you this round.’
Cassian nodded his approval and all of them looked down at the dice.
‘Six,’ said Amy, excitedly. ‘Strip, then grab a card hubby.’
Mark pulled his top off, revealing his stencilled abs and his dark chest hair and Emilia stifled a giggle. He leaned forward and slid the top card of the deck off, peeling up the edge to see it. He read it in silence and then laughed.
‘Lick the nipple of every other player of the opposite sex, to arousal.’
Emilia’s eyes went wide.
‘Get over here,’ said Amy, immediately beckoning for her husband. Cassian watched as Mark crawled over to her, winking at Emilia as he did so.
Mark’s lips closed over the edge of Amy’s nipple and she gasped and gripped the back of his head with the palm of her hand. Emilia watched as she saw more goosebumps spreading out across the girl's skin, emanating out from her breast.
‘Fuck, you're going to make me cum,’ she moaned as her husband continued to lick her breast, closing her eyes.
She reached out for Emilia’s hand and pulled her closer, and as Mark focused his attention on his own wife, Amy squeezed Emilia’s fingers.
‘Ok, fuck, stop,’ said Amy, shaking her head and pushing Mark away. ‘It's too much. I can't take it.’
Mark smiled and then looked over at Emilia who was shaking in anticipation, so much so that she was fighting the urge to run away. She knew her nipples were incredibly sensitive, and she could barely handle Cassian’s fingers brushing against them, let alone Mark’s lips and tongue on them.
Before she could explain, he was sliding over towards her and kneeling up.
‘Is this okay?’ he said. ‘You can say no.’
Emilia’s eyes were filled with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Slowly she nodded.
‘I’m really sensitive,’ she said quietly.
‘That’s ok, I’ll be gentle. Lay back.’
Mark reached out and placed the palm of his hand on her back and then lowered her down to the floor, placing his knee between her thighs.
Next he slipped his fingers over the top of her basque as Cassian looked on in amazement, and pulled it down exposing her breast, making her gasp and pull away involuntarily.
Before she knew what was happening he closed his lips over her nipple and swirled his tongue around it, causing a wave of illicit arousal to rush through her like a burst of adrenaline. She cried out in surprise, her arms pushing against the carpet, writhing at the intensity of the feeling. Instinctively she wanted to cry out for him to stop, but something was holding her back. Maybe it was the circumstance, maybe it was because it was him and she didn’t want to embarrass herself or disappoint him.
Mark lay his almost naked body between her legs and sucked, licked and lightly bit her breast as she moaned and twisted on the carpet, emotionally and physically somewhere between trying to get away and trying to let him enjoy her.
Then something changed, her body shook and relaxed and pleasure flooded through her like burst dam.
She looked backwards and over towards Cassian as her eyes rolled up into her head and smiled at him, mouthing ‘I love you,’ as another wave of intense pleasure tore through her, making her arch her spine and grip the carpet, stretching every one of her toes.
Then suddenly Mark stopped and pulled away, leaving her desperate for more,
shaking her head and trying to claw him back.
She breathed sharply in and out as she continued to twitch on the carpet, taking hold of her own breasts in her palm and squeezing her nipple between her fingers as she watched Mark retreating.
It was like he had broken through a barrier she hadn’t been able to get past before. Some sort of veil between it feeling too intense and feeling absolutely incredible.
She became aware that she was soaking wet and after another moment of recovery she sat up and crossed her legs, folding her underwear over her breast again and looking at Amy who looked similarly aroused and distressed.
‘Fuck this game,’ said Emilia, laughing.
Amy nodded in agreement. ‘Fuck this game.’
She turned back to the men and collected up the dice.
‘Last turn this round, Cass. Make it a good one,’ she said as she passed it to him.
He rolled it and watched as it bounced and tumbled across the carpet.
‘Four,’ said Amy, moving his piece forward. ‘Strip. Get them off.’
All Cassian had left on were his jeans and boxers. He stood up, his toned and tanned body bristling with muscles, then he slid his trousers off in a single motion, revealing his throbbing bulge in all its glory.
He sat back down, not trying to hide his pride any longer, and not embarrassed about it, then he reached forward and took a card from the deck.
‘Choose a player that is not your partner. You and this player must demonstrate your three favourite sex positions to your partner for ten seconds each.’
Cassian looked around the room and settled on Amy, who immediately stood up.
‘Where do you want me?’ she said, wiggling her hips.
Cassian shook his head, his cock was aching with desire and he was worried that the moment he pressed himself against the gorgeous red head’s warmth he would explode on her.
He would have to maintain some serious self control.
‘Doggy,’ he said.
Amy dropped down onto all fours, and Cassian knelt down behind her and lined up. He looked left towards his wife, who smiled back at him with excitement, then he grabbed hold of Amy’s waist and began to thrust his concealed bulge against her underwear, trying not to laugh.
Amy let out a quiet moan and shuddered.
‘Oh fuck,’ she whispered, feeling the hard tip of Cassian’s cock pushing against her pussy from behind.
‘Next,’ said Mark, holding up the little timer.
Cassian moved back. The end of his cock felt wet with Amy’s pussy and he felt himself getting harder.
He lay on his back, gesturing for her to climb on top of him, his bulging underwear pointing straight up.
‘Reverse cowgirl,’ he said, hesitantly.
Amy straddled him, lowered herself down and then began to grind on his cock, hard. She bit her lip as she felt the shape of his shaft through the thin material of her knickers. She closed her eyes and moaned.
Cassian’s hands slid their way down her back and onto her bottom and Amy immediately reacted, moaning loud and throwing her head back in pleasure, grinding Cassian harder and harder as he did his best not to explode.
‘Next,’ said Mark.
‘Prone,’ said Cassian and Amy threw herself flat on her front as he straddled her and then lay down against her back. As he’d moved, his cock had slipped out of his boxers and Amy gasped as she felt it slide between her cheeks, pressing against her before sliding down further and up against her pussy, thrusting in between her thighs. She was soaking wet and all she wanted to do was reach back and pull her knickers aside and slide him into her.
‘Fuck me,’ she moaned, desperately. ‘Please.’
Then Mark spoke.
‘Time’s up.’
Cassian stopped and pulled away, kneeling up in surprise, his cock throbbing with desire.
‘No,’ protested Amy. ‘That's not fair. That’s not fair.’
*
‘This is bullshit,’ said Amy, sitting up. ‘The timer is shit.’
She took it out of Mark’s hand and threw it across the room, and then kicked the game board, knocking the pieces over and scattering them across the carpet.
Mark raised his hands in defence. ’Sorry,’ he said. ‘I just thought you wanted to play by the rules.’
‘Not like this,’ she said, standing up and gesturing wildly. ‘This is, just- this is just, fucking teasing. It’s too much. I just- I can’t do it.’
She covered her face in the palms of her hand as Cassian sat back awkwardly on the carpet, his cock still standing to attention outside of his boxers, his face white with worry.
Amy breathed in deeply, her breasts rising and falling behind her elbows. After a moment she uncovered her eyes and looked at Mark and smiled apologetically.
’I’m sorry,’ she said.
He nodded.
‘It’s not your fault,’ she continued, looking ashamed. ‘I just got carried away.’
Emilia looked around the room. At Amy standing up, naked but for her knickers. At the board game on the floor, the pieces strewn amongst the cards and dice. At Cassian, his cock shrinking as he covered himself up, and at Mark, contrite and confused at his wife’s sudden outburst of anger.
‘I think we should stop,’ said Emilia, her heart hurting as she said the words.
Amy looked at her, and shook her head.
‘No, I don’t want to stop. I’m sorry. Please,’ she said, sitting back down and reaching out for Emilia’s hand. ‘If you really want to stop, we can, but I am enjoying this. I promise.’
Emilia looked at her, frowning, trying to understand what had just happened, then she looked over at Cassian, who smiled back at her.
‘Please,’ said Amy. ‘I am having a good time, can we keep going?’
She started to collect up the totems and began placing them back on the board as the others watched, a little warily.
‘Where was your one Cass?’
‘Erm, I think it was there,’ he pointed to what he remembered from last turn.
‘And you were here, Em,’ said Amy, smiling at her. ‘And I think I was here, and you were here? Does that look right?’
Mark nodded and leaned forward, placing his hand over hers and pulling her towards him, holding her tightly and kissing her forehead. After a few moments, she sat back up and kissed him and then shuffled back to her place.
‘I’m sorry, are we all happy to keep going?’
Mark nodded, and Cassian did the same a moment later.
‘You take your turn, Em. I’ll go next.’
After another moments consideration, Emilia smiled and picked up the dice, rolled it between the palms of her hands and then paused. Her smile turned into a grin and she held it up to Amy’s lips who kissed it.
They all watched as it rolled across the floor and come to a halt.
‘Two. Strip.’
‘Oh for goodness sake,’ laughed Emilia.
She stood up and looked at both Mark and her husband, and then reached behind her back and unlatched each of the little hooks that held her basque in place, sliding it down and past her elbows, then letting it fall by her feet.
She stood up, almost naked before them, vulnerable and shy.
As she sat back down, Amy handed her the next card and snuggled up against her.
Emilia read it and went white.
‘Choose a player, you must give each other oral pleasure for two minutes.’
She looked over at Amy in shock. ’Fuck, this is ramping up quick.’
Amy just nodded, grinning.
Emilia glanced over at Mark and then to Cassian.
‘Mark,’ she said quietly, smiling at her husband mischievously.
She’d been wanting him back in her mouth since the first time they’d been together and her heart fluttered in her chest as she stood up.
Mark took hold of her hand as she drew near and helped her down onto the floor. She settled on her knees as he lay down on the carpet, his cock
thick and hard and proud, pointing toward the ceiling.
She straddled him, then shifted down until her pussy hovered over his face. She felt his hands sliding up her buttocks as she took his manhood between her fingers, then she bobbed down and slid him in as far as she could go into her throat.
She moaned into him as his tongue parted her lips and then she glanced sideways at her husband, watching with wide eyes as she slipped him out and swirled her tongue around the tip, plunging her mouth down over him again eagerly, trying to control her reflexes as his thick head filled the back of her throat. She pushed her head down further and felt him surge as she tightened around him, then she slid him back out and squeezed him up and down with her fingers.
His tongue pushed inside her and she moaned, rocking her hips back and forth against him as she took his throbbing piece back into her again, pulling his shaft down and flicking her tongue all around his glans. All the time, she pumped him with her closed fingers as her other hand gripped his thigh.
‘Time’s up,’ said Cassian, his voice breaking as he spoke, his throat dry and hoarse.
Emilia couldn’t resist one more attempt and slid herself down his shaft as far as she could go. Her eyes watered and she felt him twitch and pulse, as though he might be about to come. Then she pulled back and rolled sideways as he arched up, trying to control himself.
‘Em,’ he said, shaking. ‘Fuck, that was…’ he breathed out, long and slow and looked over at his wife.
‘Was she good?’
Mark nodded and Amy laughed, crawling over to him. She pushed him down and slipped her mouth over him too, sucking him and pumping him quickly, then she stopped.
‘Just a little tease for later,’ she said, laughing and wiping her lips.
Mark could barely hold it together, laying on the floor and breathing hard.
Amy crawled back and kissed Emilia’s lips, then she turned, picked up the dice and rolled it across the board, winking at Cassian.
‘Six,’ she said, collecting a card from the deck and holding it out in front of her to read.
‘Choose a player, they must rim you, for one minute.’
Amy felt a sudden, overpowering and deep sense of taboo as her whole body shook and tingled with illicit excitement.
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