She gave him a look of mock irritation. "Don't you be hoping I get you, now. You go on."
The bottle spun and stopped on Whitney.
Benjamin laughed louder.
Richelle looked at Whitney's panties and her eyebrow rose to the level of disbelief.
Duke chanted, "Pants, pants, pants."
The black woman shook her pretty head. "Nuh uh."
Whitney said, "Pants it is." She winked at her.
Richelle stood and removed her jeans, revealing pink panties with white heart outlines on them.
Duke said, "Aww, those are adorable."
Richelle snapped, "Shut up." But there was not a speck of heat in her voice.
Duke snickered.
Archer said, "Hillary? Your turn again."
She tossed the dice and spun.
"Fondle using crotch, and crotch."
The bottle stopped on Benjamin.
The man nodded, smiling. "Now we're talking."
Hillary looked like she was going to pass out. She looked at Hugh and I thought she would decline. But she crawled over to Benjamin.
He laid back and let her climb on.
I could see her hands shaking as she leaned on his chest.
My husband said, "Go."
Hillary began moving her thick hips.
Benjamin began hardening.
I found myself breathing heavier, watching.
CHAPTER 5
By the time my husband called time, my mouth was open in a pant. Wow, that looked hot. Maybe his stupid game isn't so stupid after all.
Natalie gripped my arm. She said, "I better not get a chick this time or I'll beat that bottle myself."
Hillary still hadn't removed any clothing, but she looked like she was having a good time.
Archer said, "Hugh?"
He tossed and spun.
"Lick, and crotch."
Hugh covered his face.
The room erupted in laughter.
He said, "Oh god, it better not be Benjamin." He looked.
The bottle was pointing at Archer.
My husband's mouth was pursed shut and his look said Hugh better say something.
Hugh said, "Uh…"
Archer blew out a fast breath. "No, no, no…"
Everyone laughed.
Hugh looked very relieved. "Well, now." He rubbed his hands together.
Duke said, "Have him remove his boxers."
The women applauded, cheering.
Hugh shrugged. "Boxers it is."
Archer frowned, then sighed. He removed his boxers.
Hugh passed him the dice and bottle.
My husband rolled. "Lick, and face." He spun. It slowed and stopped, pointing between me and Benjamin.
The black man's face started shaking in rejection. "It ain't pointing at me."
I leaned, looking at the bottle. "Hmm."
"Naw, it ain't. Don't be licking your lips over me. Spin that sucker again."
Duke said, "Yeah, it's too close to say. Spin it again."
My husband spun it again. This time it pointed at Richelle.
Benjamin was pleased. "There you go. You can lick her face all you want."
Richelle gave him a look. She said to Archer, "Come here, honey. Plant one on me."
My husband gave Duke the stopwatch. "Keep time."
He crawled over to Richelle and they hugged on their knees, bodies close together. He kissed her to the click of the stopwatch.
Natalie nudged me.
I was too busy watching my husband kiss the pretty black woman.
Benjamin wore a big smile on his face and he looked happy.
Richelle half-moaned, half-mumbled something.
He likes his wife being kissed? I blinked. Why do I feel like I'm having fun?
Duke said, "Time."
Archer broke the kiss and moved away.
Richelle gasped in a lungful of air and watched him.
My husband pulled back and revealed an erection.
I clasped a hand over my mouth. Oh my god, he got hard kissing her.
Benjamin growled in approval. "Now that's how you do it, Archer. Good man."
Whitney was staring at my husband's erection.
I studied her face, but felt nothing angry in myself. Well, better than if Mary Marie had stayed. I would be clawing her eyes out right about now.
Archer resumed his place and ran a hand back over his hair. "Um, Duke? Toss and spin."
Duke grinned like a party-guy with a handful of teenage tits.
My husband said, "Fondle—"
Duke interrupted him. "Using hand and on the crotch. I see it."
The bottle pointed at me.
Natalie nudged me. She whispered, "Be brave, girl. Don't say no."
My mouth was open, but I wasn't sure what to say. I saw all eyes on me.
Duke was already crawling over.
Natalie nudged me again.
If I said no, I'd lose my pants, for sure. But did I want him rubbing my pussy? I did, but… "Um…"
Duke stopped and looked disappointed. "Aww. Get your pants off then."
Several groaned in disappointment, and I felt like a stick in the mud.
My husband said, "Get them off, dear."
But… I wasn't going to say no. Was I? I stood and removed my slacks. I was wearing a black camisole underneath with stockings.
"Nice," said Duke.
I had never intended anyone to see it but Archer later tonight as a consolation for his games failing. But they weren't failing, were they?
Whitney rolled the dice and spun the bottle. She glanced at Benjamin.
Archer said, "Fondle using hand, and chest."
She looked disappointed.
The bottle stopped on me.
Whitney made a face that said she was horribly disappointed.
I laughed and so did Benjamin.
She shook her head.
Duke stage-whispered to me, "Panties."
Whitney slapped at him.
I giggled. Perhaps I was feeling the bourbon. "Panties." I tossed my thumb over my shoulder. "Off with them."
The men cheered.
This is so stupid; why am I having fun?
Whitney looked around, then stood and slid down her panties.
Benjamin rumbled low in his chest. "Yeah…"
She blushed and sat back down. She was shaved bald and her pussy lips were large and puffy.
Duke was grinning proudly.
My husband said, "Natalie, your spin."
She tossed the dice and spun. She nudged me, rubbing her hands.
Archer said, "Lick and face."
She slumped a little.
The bottle ended on Hugh.
She straightened and beamed a bright smile.
As she crawled over, Hillary made a noise.
Hugh glanced at her quickly and said, "Um, maybe not."
Wow, what a prude. She can rub her crotch all over Benjamin's bare dick but she can't let Natalie kiss her husband?
Natalie coughed and resumed her spot. She leaned over to me and whispered, "I want to cram the bottle up her ass. Can I?"
I covered my mouth.
My husband said, "Clothing?"
Natalie turned her head slowly, looking to Hillary. With the pregnant finality of calling out the generator room in The Thing, she said, "Underwear."
Hillary drew in a deep, indignant breath and held it. Her lips were pursed out in an angry pout.
Hugh slid off his underwear from a sitting position. Whatever erection I had given him was gone now.
I took the bottle and spun it. Tossing the dice, I wondered what I'd be doing. Again, my hands shook.
Archer said, "Fondle using hand, and crotch."
I said, "Again?"
He shrugged. "There are only three variables on each dice."
The bottle stopped on Hillary.
Natalie snorted and nudged me. "You go, girl."
I looked at a horrified Hillary. Knowing if I ref
used, I would lose clothing, I started crawling towards her.
Duke hooted.
Hillary's eyes went wide in panic and she shook her head.
I said, "Pants." I settled back into position.
Natalie whispered, "Smooth."
Hillary shrugged out of her jeans with a scowl to me and Natalie, but smiles to the men.
Benjamin reached for the dice. He blew on them and rolled. Grabbing up the bottle, he gave it a fierce look and shook his finger at it.
Archer said, "Lick, and crotch."
The big man smiled. He said to the bottle, "You treat me right now, you hear?" He gave it a kiss.
Duke snickered.
The bottle spun and ended on Natalie.
Benjamin clapped his hands together and said, "The game's getting fun, now."
Richelle slapped his shoulder and gave a pouty smile.
He crawled over. "Lean back, woman."
My friend leaned back, moving her legs out. I could see her arms shaking.
Benjamin said, "Don't you worry none." He looked back to Archer. "I won't mind if you give me a few extra seconds. Or more."
Archer chuckled. "Go."
The black man's mouth devoured Natalie's panties. She gasped and clenched up, holding her breath. He worked his tongue over her panties and bit at them, pulling them out.
We could see flashes of her trimmed hair.
She let out a slow exhale that was ragged with excitement.
Richelle sniffed. "You can do better than that."
Benjamin hummed and chuckled into Natalie's panties.
She began panting.
I began panting, too.
"Time." My husband clicked the watch.
Benjamin got in a few more licks, then wetly kissed her panty-covered clit before pulling away. "There. Give that clitty some loving."
Natalie made a small noise of pleasure and disappointment.
Richelle was shaking her head. "What was that? You know how to do it properly."
He frowned at her. "Why you gotta ride me, woman?" His smile was amused.
She took the bottle and dice. She shook and rolled. "I better not be tongue-lashing someone's pussy." She spun.
"Fondle with crotch and face."
She appeared pleased.
The bottle stopped towards me.
She frowned. "What's with this bottle? You want me sitting on your face, honey?"
I shook my head. "Um, no."
She looked me over. "Take off your blouse. Let's see the rest of that lovely lingerie."
I laughed quietly. I removed it to the approving stares of the men.
Richelle just raised an eyebrow and looked it over.
Archer said, "Go, Hillary."
The woman took the dice and bottle. She rolled and spun, looking excited.
"Crotch fondle and crotch."
The bottle pointed at herself. She rolled her eyes and spun again. This time it pointed between Hugh and my husband.
Duke was leaning around it, looking. "I'm gonna have to say Archer."
Hillary crawled over to him, grinning madly.
Ugh, don't rub off on him.
My husband settled down and she climbed over him.
I watched her rub her panties all over my husband's dick for thirty seconds. She was into it, moving with obvious lust. Why did she have such a hangup with Hugh? He's too handsome for her and she knows it?
When she crawled off, Archer's dick was hard.
At least you could've not gotten excited.
Hugh kissed his wife's cheek and took the dice.
My husband composed himself, sitting Indian-style with his dick standing up.
I saw Richelle staring at it.
Archer said, "Fondle with hand, crotch."
The bottle pointed to Duke.
As eager as he had first appeared, he shook his head.
Hugh chuckled. "About time you lost your pants."
It was Archer's turn. He rolled fondle with hand and face. The bottle pointed to Natalie.
She coughed and said, "No." I detected a bit of eagerness in her voice.
My husband raised an eyebrow. "Sweater."
She was wearing a pullover and took it off.
Duke spun and got fondle with crotch and crotch. The bottle pointed at me.
I wasn't sure what to do, but it sounded more fun that being a stick in the mud again. I was silent. Will he reject me?
He crawled over.
I slowly leaned back and opened my legs. Gone was the embarrassment of earlier. But I was still very nervous.
Duke got on me and began rubbing after my husband's direction.
I felt as if the room became fuzzily-quiet. My mouth was open in shock at what I was doing and was allowing. But here was the man of my fantasy, rubbing his bulge on my panties. I could feel the friction on my pussy and tendrils of tension spread through me. I was leaning back on my elbows, but dropped down onto my back. I rotated my hips a little, getting a better position and feel of his moving crotch.
My husband said, "Time."
No, way. That was what? Ten seconds? I looked up, disappointed as Duke pulled off. He winked at me.
Natalie was chuckling, helping me up.
I rose up, breathing heavily, and sat in the chair behind me. I grabbed my glass of bourbon and drank.
CHAPTER 6
Whitney's turn had her fondling my husband. He leaned back and let her stroke him using both hands. His cock looked fat in her little fingers.
Natalie spun and rolled, and got fondle using crotch, and chest. She seemed disappointed, but got Hugh again.
Hillary scowled, but I could see her biting her tongue – not wanting to have her husband remove any more of his clothes.
I wondered if she knew just how forcefully to spin that bottle so she got Hugh.
He laid back and let her climb over him. She settled on his chest and began rubbing herself back and forth on him. He was looking at her panties and up at her, smiling.
We watched his cock harden and rise.
Whitney was almost drooling.
My turn had me paired to Natalie, licking her crotch. I said, "No."
My friend winked at me. "Lose the panties, dear."
I wanted to. I didn't want to. Can I just get up and quit the game? But I didn't want to quit. I slowly removed my panties.
The men were smiling appreciatively.
I guess this isn't so bad.
Benjamin kissed the bottle again and spun. He got Fondle using crotch and chest. He smiled large until the bottle ended on Hugh. He pointed at the bottle. "I'm going to beat your ass."
We laughed.
Hugh said, "No."
"Git outta your shirt, then."
Hillary didn't look pleased, but not overly upset.
Richelle spun and dropped the dice.
My husband said, "Lick and crotch."
We all erupted in cheers as the bottle slowed.
It was pointing between Hugh and Archer.
Duke leaned around, looking. "I gotta say that's Hugh—"
Hillary suddenly reached forward and nudged the bottle to the right. "That's definitely Archer."
Natalie snorted. "Cheat."
Richelle said, "That's all right. Archer's very fine." She looked at him with eager eyes. "Unless you want to say no."
My husband looked at me and everyone else. He said nothing.
Richelle crawled over to him. "Kneel up here."
He did and I watched the black woman grip his dick and suck it into her mouth.
Benjamin groaned. "Yeah, suck that white dick, baby."
I felt surprised at how easily I accepted her lips sliding up and down my husband's erection. She looked beautiful with his cock in her mouth.
She sped her head movements and her hair swung over and obscured what was going on. My husband was gasping and sighing with pleasure.
Duke said, "Time."
Richelle grunted, but kept sucking.
Benja
min chuckled heartily. "Suck him down, baby."
Duke laughed, "Hey, time."
She pulled off with a loud smack and licked her lips, still gripping his erection. "I'm gonna land a world of hurt on you, Duke." She dipped down and gave my husband one last suck into her mouth. She stroked as she pulled off.
We were cheering.
She said, "I knew this game would have to get fun sometime."
Archer was panting and trembling. His cock was full, hard, and sticking straight out.
I hope she liked his dick; I know I love it.
Hillary spun. She got fondle using hand and chest. The bottle stopped on her husband, Hugh. She laughed and spent thirty seconds rubbing his chest.
Hugh spun and rolled, getting fondle with hand and crotch. The bottle ended on Whitney.
Hillary held her breath, but said nothing. Hugh crawled over and began fingering her exposed pussy.
Whitney had a satisfied look on her face, and her legs were shamelessly spread wide.
Natalie whispered to me, "I bet Hillary wouldn't let him do that to me."
"Probably not."
Whitney was moaning softly at the end of the thirty seconds. She said, "That ends too fast. Why can't it be a minute?"
Archer shrugged. "I suppose it could be, if everyone wants. Does everyone want to extend it to a minute?"
Natalie said, "Yeah, thirty seconds goes by too fast."
Nods and agreement went around the circle.
My husband nodded. "A minute it is, then."
Whitney was still sitting, legs open. "Get back here, Hugh."
Duke and Benjamin laughed.
Hillary scowled. "Your turn is over."
Whitney pouted and closed her legs.
Archer spun and got fondle with hands, and chest. The bottle ended on Natalie.
Surprisingly, my friend said, "No." She grabbed the waistline of her panties and winked at my husband.
He chuckled. "Lose the panties."
Even though Whitney and I were panty-less, I saw him looking at Natalie's pussy with a spark of interest in his eye.
You like Natalie? I didn't know. I wasn't all that bothered by it, though I felt better about him with Richelle.
Duke took his turn and got fondle using crotch and face. The bottle ended on Hillary.
I was in for another surprise when she clenched her blouse and said, "No."
Really? Why? You liked him earlier. Or is it that you don't like blowjobs?
Duke shrugged. "Panties."
She made a face and looked as if she was going to get up and huff, but she removed them.
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