My Husband's Party Games

by Laran Mithras

  "Oh, I didn't mean you were. It just seems like most people now just want to coast through life and then they wonder where it all went when they're old."

  Was I doing that?

  Natalie said, "We wake up one day wondering why all that time passed and we didn't do anything memorable. And we find ourselves asking that more frequently." She was looking across the room at nothing.

  I felt sorry for her. She was close to fifty, but still a great-looking woman for an old gal. I hoped I looked that good when I got to her age. But that was fifteen long years. It would be forever until I was fifty. There was plenty of time to relax in life and I could worry about having fun later.

  CHAPTER 3

  "Faith?"

  I turned to Terence in the kitchen. "Hmm?" I was not immediately suspicious.

  He was smiling, his mischievous face attractive and suggestive. "Is Archer serious about the game-thing?" He stood close to me.

  I became immediately suspicious. "Why?"

  "I want to know."

  I squinted at him. Then I grabbed a glass and poured myself a drink. A good bourbon might settle my fears. "He thinks he is."

  His smile didn't falter but his eyes looked down and to the side. "But, is it really going to be a sex game?"

  I twisted my mouth. Terence, do you ever think about anything else? And do I really want to see your cock? A little tingle ran through me that annoyed the hell out of me. "I'm sure you're the only one who'll want to play."

  He raised an eyebrow at me.

  I said, "Oh, and that harpy Mary Marie. She'll do anything to flash her tits at Archer."

  Terence frowned.

  I took a sip of my bourbon.

  His words were a shock and I almost spit up the bourbon I was swallowing. He said, "I don't think I'm interested in playing something along those lines."

  Wow, maybe I'll win the bet after all. In fact, maybe I will elbow everyone and laugh at my husband. Now the only one I had to worry about was Mary Marie. Natalie would shake her head and beg off. I couldn't see Benjamin and Richelle playing a dumb sex game. Whitney was iffy and though I fantasized about what Duke's cock might look like, I figured he would gruffly put that idea down. Hillary was too ugly to want to play and I wagered her husband Hugh would respect her enough to stand with her against any dumb sex games.

  I smiled at Terence. "I don't know where he gets his ideas." Actually, I did. His porn sites were pretty suggestive.

  He shook his head and raised his eyebrows. "I don't know, either. A bit odd, don't you think?"

  "Very. This kind of thing isn't just embarrassing, but destroys friendships and marriages. I couldn't stop him, though."

  He frowned, a playful look in his eyes. "You need to put on some cowboy boots and ride him around the room. Put the whip to him."

  I giggled.

  "I'm not kidding. A woman needs to know how to shut her man down."

  I laughed. "That's a little surprising, coming from you."

  "Is it, now? Why's that?"

  "I figured you'd be the one all cavalier and doing anything wild and risky."

  "Oh?" His one eyebrow climbed high. "I come off like that, huh?"

  I nodded.

  He chuckled. "I'm just a happy guy."

  "I thought for sure you'd want to play hoping you could get a peek at me and the other gals."

  He blushed. "Oh, well… Uh…" He looked totally lost.

  I laughed delightedly. It was refreshing to see Terence not so confident. I felt strengthened inside, knowing the game plan was going to fail.

  ~ ~ ~

  I watched Archer glance at the clock. It was nine, his appointed hour of bringing up the game.

  He stood and raised his stout. "I hinted to everyone we might have a game. My wife was a little hesitant, so I told her we'd all put it up for a vote."

  Mary Marie was looking on with relish.

  I wanted to pull her hair.

  Benjamin was all smiles. "What's the game?"

  My husband winked. "I thought it might be fun to play something sexy."

  Mary Marie said, "Huh?"

  Natalie tilted her head. "What's this?"

  I cleared away paper plates in preparation for shutting down the evening.

  Archer said, "A variation on Spin the Bottle."

  Natalie giggled.

  Duke said, "Whoa, dude, really?"

  My husband continued. "Got a couple dice here and a little list of activities. Person spins the bottle, rolls the dice and has to do something to that person for thirty seconds. If either refuses, an article of clothing is lost."

  Richelle looked stunned. "Do something? Like what?"

  "There are three actions and three targets. The actions are lick, fondle with the hand, and fondle using your crotch."

  Mary Marie coughed.

  "The three targets are crotch, chest and lips."

  She said, "We're supposed to play naked games?"

  Archer shook his head. "Not at all. You're fully clothed. Not a single article of clothing has to come off."

  She stood. "I don't think I'm into this."

  Archer seemed surprised, but smiled. "That's all right. Like I said, we're putting it to a vote. If we don't get at least four people, it isn't worth playing."

  I couldn't believe my luck. The only two people I was sure would play had both expressed rejection. I smiled so large Natalie nudged me.

  She whispered, "Excited for a game? Good for you."

  Huh? No… I closed my mouth with a snap and pursed my lips. Then I realized my legs were clenched shut. I cast a mean glare at my husband.

  He was holding up the empty wine bottle he had saved and said, "So, who's in?"

  Duke gave a serious look. "Dude, games rock. We're in." His wife Whitney looked ready to play.

  I frowned. Duke would let his wife get naked? Whitney doesn't strike me as the type.

  Richelle said, "That sounds like fun." She looked around as if wondering if anyone would tell her she couldn't play because she was black.

  Benjamin grinned and shrugged. "If the boss says it's okay…"

  Natalie raised her hand. "I'm in."

  I felt the room collapsing in on me.

  The one person I was sure would say no, said, "Hell, yes." Everyone looked at Hillary.

  Hugh chuckled. "Let's party."

  Oh my god, they all voted for it except the two people I thought would.

  Mary Marie got up. "Well, end of the night for me, I guess."

  Terence jabbed her. "I'll walk you out."

  She gave him a considering look and then a little smile.

  Archer began moving the coffee table.

  CHAPTER 4

  I sat, stunned, on the floor in a circle.

  Everyone was cheering Richelle; she had won the dice roll.

  "Spin it!" a few called out.

  Archer handed her the other die. "And roll."

  She looked around with wide, white eyes. "The bottle first?"

  "Any way you want."

  She shook the two different colored dice and dropped them.

  Archer said, "That's a lick, and chest."

  Richelle said, "I'm just licking clothing, right?"

  "Right. Go ahead and spin."

  She looked around with a bashful look and then spun the wine bottle. She said, "I hope I don't get no woman."

  Natalie and Hillary laughed.

  I can't believe this is happening.

  The bottle spun around and began slowing.

  Several were making noises of expectation.

  The end of the bottle pointed mostly at Benjamin.

  The tall black man chuckled. "Get over here and start licking."

  Richelle scowled. "What makes you think I want to lick your chest?"

  "Come on." His smile was on the edge of laughter.

  Richelle flipped her hand, her voice high in pitch. "Go on. Who says I have to? Maybe you can lick your own chest?"

  He chuckled deeply. "Come over her
e, woman."

  She looked at Archer. "If I don't want to, he has to remove clothing?"

  My husband shook his head. "Er, no. You do. And it's his choice of clothing."

  She coughed in the same high pitch as if someone had cut in front of her at the grocery store. "You're kidding."

  My husband held up the stop watch. "Thirty seconds or clothing."

  Benjamin's grin was huge. "Git over here, woman. Lick this chest."

  She gave him a dire-looking glare, but crawled over. "Is that a clean shirt?"

  "You know it is."

  The other players were laughing.

  I found it amusing, but tried to quell my smile. I shouldn't look like I was having fun to Archer.

  Richelle licked his chest.

  Her husband made a sound of disappointment. "Aww, you can do better than that."

  She slapped his shoulder and kept licking.

  "Give it some effort, girl."

  Natalie snorted.

  Richelle glared at him and slapped his shoulder again.

  "I can barely feel it."

  Richelle stopped and said, "Ooo honey, don't tempt me or I'll bite."

  He guffawed.

  Archer said, "Time."

  Hillary was sitting next to Richelle.

  My husband said, "Hillary, your spin."

  She picked up the dice and tossed them. She grabbed up the bottle and held it to her bosom. "What did I get?"

  Archer said, "Fondle using crotch…and chest."

  She gasped. "I have to? Oh my gosh."

  "No, you can refuse. Spin and see who you get."

  Homely Hillary spun the bottle.

  I wasn't sure what a handsome man like Hugh saw in her, but they appeared to be happy.

  The bottle wobbled around and stopped on Duke.

  Hillary was staring at him with large eyes.

  Archer said, "What will it be?"

  Duke was nodding his head. He laid down and said, "Well, let's do it."

  She giggled and then moved over to him. She climbed over, her face turning red, and said, "How do I fondle using my crotch?"

  Archer was grinning. "Rub."

  She turned redder and laughed. "Um, okay." She began moving her hips around on Duke's chest. The young man had a pleased smile on his face and he held her hips as she did it. His eyes were staring right into the thick cameltoe of her jeans.

  I looked at Whitney. She had a hungry look on her face. She likes this?

  Archer called time and Hugh was next.

  Hillary parted from Duke and both were trying to suppress smiles.

  I was at a loss, but realized that they were having fun. Well, at least Archer isn't embarrassed.

  Hugh took the dice and tossed. He spun the bottle.

  Archer said, "Fondle with hand, and face."

  Several gave disappointed sounds.

  The bottle stopped on Natalie.

  She was sitting next to me and sat up straighter, smiling. But she leaned over to me and whispered, "Great. Fondle face. How exciting."

  I chuckled.

  Hugh actually looked at Hillary first and then said, "Maybe I'll refuse?"

  Natalie coughed. "I'm not that old."

  Archer said, "Article of clothing, then."

  Hugh didn't have a chance to reverse his decision.

  Natalie was bouncing. "Off with the pants!"

  Laughter erupted.

  Hugh said, "Now wait a minute…"

  "Off with the pants. Off with the pants."

  I giggled beside her. Surprising myself, I said, "Those are the rules, Hugh."

  Benjamin thrust his chin. "Git those slacks off and pass the bottle."

  Hugh laughed. "Well, I was going to say I'd fondle her face, but, all right." He stood and removed his slacks.

  Natalie, Hillary, Richelle and I cheered, arms in the air. Then we broke down laughing at our simultaneous hooting.

  I realized I was having fun and tried to compose myself. I had to show a disapproving face to Archer.

  My husband was next. He tossed the dice. "Hmm, lick and face."

  Natalie said, "Watch him get a guy."

  Hillary snorted.

  He spun and the bottle stopped on Duke.

  Duke laughed. "Pucker up dude." He made a kissy face towards Archer.

  My husband shook his head, looking mortified. "Uh, aren't you going to reject?"

  Duke pointed at his lips. "Plant it right here. Come on."

  "Er, no."

  Duke cackled. "Lose the pants, guy." He slapped his knees.

  My husband shook his head but was smiling. "All right." He removed his slacks.

  Duke wasn't done. "Nice pattern on your boxers, dude."

  Everyone laughed.

  Archer said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's your turn."

  Duke took the dice and tossed. He spun the bottle without waiting.

  My husband said, "Fondle using hand and chest."

  The bottle stopped on Benjamin.

  The black man screwed up his face. "What? What's with my chest? Are those dice cursed or something? Got some voodoo magic on it?"

  Duke was crawling over.

  Benjamin's eyes went wide. Outrage tinged his desperate words. "What? Get away. Get out of here. No way you groping my chest."

  I couldn't stop laughing.

  Archer said, "Duke, he declined. Choose his clothing."

  Duke cackled. "Pants!"

  Natalie said to me, "Pants again. If he gets me I'll decline."

  I clapped my hand over my mouth.

  She winked.

  Richelle's eyes were huge. "Um, honey? Maybe you want to let him?"

  Benjamin stopped and then laughed. "Oh…"

  Duke said, "Too late. Pants."

  The black man was shaking his head and waving his hands. "No, wait—"

  "Pants."

  We started chanting.

  Richelle was giggling. "Well, take them off, then."

  A very wide-eyed Benjamin stood. "Uh…"

  Duke thrust his chin. "Do it, dude."

  Benjamin said in mock anger, "Who you callin' a dude?"

  We watched him remove his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear.

  The women cheered as his circumcised dick swung beneath his shirt.

  Hillary's hand was over her mouth, but she was staring.

  I even looked. He wasn't huge like in all the porn pictures, but he had a good size and shape.

  My husband said, "Whitney, you're next."

  The skinny girl grabbed up the dice and tossed them. Her hands were shaking.

  "Fondle using crotch, chest."

  The bottle stopped on Hillary.

  Whitney shook her head and stood. She was undoing her jeans before anyone called pants.

  "Pants," said Natalie, then broke down in laughter.

  Whitney slid off her jeans and exposed little bikini panties.

  Benjamin was nodding. "Yeah, now that's where it is."

  Duke chuckled and elbowed his wife. "Hey, Whit, look. Ben's getting a woody."

  Laughter went around the room and several looked at the big black man. He wasn't getting one.

  Archer smiled and said, "Natalie?"

  She tossed the dice and spun the bottle.

  "Fondle with hands, and face."

  The bottle stopped on me.

  Natalie gave me a wry look. "No offense, but why couldn't I have gotten maybe your husband or one of the other men?"

  I said, "You don't really want to fondle my face, do you?"

  "Um, no." She looked around. "Um…pants?"

  Duke called, "Pants."

  Archer said, "It's my wife's choice, actually."

  I knew what she wanted. "Pants."

  The group cheered.

  Natalie removed her jeans, revealing nice legs for an older woman.

  Duke was nodding. "Very nice."

  Whitney rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I'm too skinny."

  Benjamin said, "You look good, girl. Don't worr
y."

  Archer said to me, "All right, dear. Your turn."

  With a sudden tremble in my hand, I snatched the dice and tossed them.

  "Fondle using hand, and crotch."

  Natalie cheered so loud beside me I flinched. The whole room was cheering.

  I blushed.

  She nudged me. "Spin it, honey."

  I did. I held my breath the entire time it took for the bottle to stop. It pointed at Hugh. I dropped my mouth open.

  The handsome man chuckled and looked at his wife. She said nothing, just watched.

  I crawled over to him. "Do you want to decline?" I figured he kept looking at his wife because she might draw a line somewhere.

  He looked back at me. "If I do, I'll lose my underwear… Um…"

  I waited.

  Archer said, "Make the call, Hugh."

  Hugh nodded at me. "All right, go ahead."

  The women cheered, though Hillary did not.

  I sat on my shins and began massaging his underwear. He began hardening about ten seconds into the grope. I felt his shaft and squeezed gently at it, my face burning the entire time. My chest heaved and my heart thumped hard in my chest.

  He was getting excited under my hand. He chuckled, but was looking down with surprise as his underwear tented up.

  Natalie was hooting. "Make him hard, baby."

  I wanted to hit her with a pillow.

  Archer said, "Time."

  I snatched my hand away, but instantly felt disappointed. Stroking him through his underwear had been fun. I moved back as Benjamin took up the dice.

  Archer said, "Fondle using crotch, and crotch."

  Benjamin chuckled. Whoever got him would have his bare dick on them. He spun the bottle. It stopped on Archer.

  The man scowled heavily. "I'm gonna take that bottle out back and beat it. Fuck no, I ain't grinding dicks with you no matter how much I like you."

  My husband laughed with relief. "Uh, remove your shirt."

  Benjamin was frowning. "Yeah, that's right. Off comes my shirt. Ain't rubbing no cock together." He was down to his t-shirt and socks. Everyone could see his dick now that his shirt wasn't hiding it.

  Hillary was giggling uncontrollably.

  My husband said, "Richelle?"

  "Gimme those dice." She snatched them from her husband and dropped them.

  "Fondle using mouth, and crotch."

  She gasped. "Oh, honey."

  Benjamin chuckled.