by Mia Ford
“Yeah,” Jessica groaned, climbing out of the hammock and down the ladder on the wall. “What fun is poker if we aren’t in a serious match of trying to kick each other’s ass? You know how competitive we can get at these things. I distinctly remember a game of monopoly that ended in a fire.”
“Oh God.” I laughed. “Let’s not go there. That was totally a fluke. Someone gave me tequila, and there was already a bonfire going. You make it sound like I set fire to the board in the middle of the living room or something.”
“I wouldn’t have put it past you.” Jason chuckled, taking a drink.
“Okay, all of that is beside the point,” I said, putting up my hands up. “As far as chips, I clearly remember that you, Miss Amber, had no problem betting your clothes once upon a time.”
“I want to play,” Jessica said, jumping onto the floor, dusting off her hands. “I have always been really good at poker. I will whip y’alls ass at it. Austin is really good, too.”
“I’m down,” he said, poking his head over the edge of the hammock.
“So, get your ass down here.” I laughed, sitting down at the large round table. “Let’s get this shit going, Las Vegas style.”
“Yes,” Jessica said excitedly. “Come on, Amber, it’ll be fun. Stop being a spoil sport.”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” she said, walking over and sitting down next to Jessica.
The guys slowly meandered over and sat down at the table, taking one of the rum drinks and gulping it just like I wanted. I looked around the room and smiled as I dealt the first round of poker, giggling as Jessica held her cards up to her face and peered over them, acting like she was on a super-secret mission. Austin seemed to be a bit more relaxed, and I could see him rubbing Jessica’s lower back while passing glances over at my tits. Maybe he wasn’t going to be so hard to get to, after all.
We played several hands, and Amber lost every single one. I waited for her to start taking her clothes off, but she gave an excuse just like I expected. She rambled something off about it being too cold to take off her clothes while glancing nervously over at Matt. I was going to have to come up with some other idea to get our clothes off.
“I know, let’s gamble with drinks instead of clothes,” Jason said, smiling at me. “Losers have to drink, and the winner doesn’t.”
We played a few more hands, and I laughed as Amber struggled through it, losing every single hand. After the last one, we all chanted loudly as she gulped down another rum drink, slamming the glass down on the table and shaking her head. I knew she was about to tap out.
“Okay, I can’t play this game anymore,” she said, putting her hands up in the air. “It is not fair. I never get a good hand.”
“Or you don’t know what a good hand is when you have one.” Matt laughed.
“Okay, why don’t we play something else then?” Jessica asked. “Something that isn’t skill or luck based to make the playing field a bit fairer.”
“I know,” I said, jumping up. “Let’s play ‘Never Have I Ever.’ It’s not luck based, it’s not skill based, and it is really easy to answer the questions. If you are brave enough, that is.”
“I don’t know,” Jason said. “Jessica never liked that game because she didn’t like everyone to know she had a small obsession with her vibrator when she was in college. Wait, what did you name it?”
“Conrad,” Austin said with a smirk.
“Yes, that’s it,” Jason said, pointing at him.
“Ugh, what are we in high school?” Jessica asked, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know the game,” Austin said.
“What? You have never played ‘Never Have I Ever?’” I was completely blown away.
“I had kind of a sheltered life growing up.” He chuckled. “And it’s not really a game we play sitting around the conference room at the White House. I am pretty sure the secrets in that room would start the next World War. As a teen, I spent my time studying and going to the country club with the guys. We didn’t really have sleepovers and giggle time.”
“Okay, here are the rules,” Matt said, groaning. “We take turns saying something that we have never done. Anyone who has done that has to take a drink. If you lie, you drink double. For example, I would say something like, ‘Never have I ever fucked an old lady,’ to which Jason would have to take a drink. Otherwise, he would have to down his whole glass.”
“It depends on what you consider an old lady,” Jason said, smiling.
“Gross, dude,” Matt said, shaking his head.
“Okay, now we absolutely have to play it since Austin doesn’t even know what it is,” I said.
This was an excellent way to get everyone in the mood, but only if the conversation took the right turn. I pulled everyone over to the couches by the fire and sat down on the ledge of the fireplace. This was definitely going to be what changed my plan for the better, but I had to be the one to start this thing off in order to direct it where I wanted it to go.
“Alright,” I said, quieting everyone down. “I am going to start things off. Never have I ever had sex on a train.”
“Leave it to Kristin to start it off with sex.” Amber giggled.
“What kind of game would it be if I didn’t?” I asked, winking at Jason.
Sex was what it was all about.
Chapter 18
Matt
Amber and I both glanced in each other’s direction before shrugging and taking a drink of our cocktails. If I was going to play the game, I might as well be honest about everything. At least this answer included my wife in it and not any of my pre-marriage partners. Kristin’s eyes widened, and she sat back smiling coyly.
“Okay, no, I have got to hear the story behind this one.” She laughed. “I am assuming since the two of you drank at the same time that you were involved in the same sexcapade. Come on then, spill the details. Inquiring minds want to know. And no lying, or I will go make you an extra-strong drink.”
“It’s not that crazy of a story,” I said, laughing. “Amber and I were heading back home from my parents’ house when we used to live back east. It was late at night, and the train car was pretty much empty. It was, I think, Christmas night, so everyone was home already. It had been a really long visit with my family, and we were pretty exhausted.”
“And horny,” Amber pointed out.
“Yeah, and horny.” I laughed. “We had spent the entire weekend in separate bedrooms at my parents’ house because we weren’t married yet, and they are very conservative people. We lived together at that point, but it didn’t matter to them because we weren’t legal. It was annoying and uncomfortable to say the least, but we did our best and made due with it, knowing it was only for the weekend. So, once we were alone on the train, all that sexual tension just came spilling out. We were touching, groping, kissing, and then we just decided to go for it. Amber was wearing a dress, and she climbed onto my lap, pulling out my dick from my pants and draping her skirt over me to conceal what we were doing, even though I am pretty sure it was obvious anyway.”
“It was,” Amber said. “I could see the reflection in the train window.”
“We started out fucking really slowly and super quietly, not wanting to attract any attention to ourselves,” Matt said with blushed cheeks. “We have never really been the kind of people to have sex in public. I guess when you need it, you need it. When the car door at the far end of the train car opened, I skillfully set Amber down and tucked my cock back in so that the conductor wouldn’t catch us. He came by, said hello, checked our tickets, and all the usual stuff they did.”
“It was excruciating.” Amber laughed.
“Once he left the car, though, it was on,” Matt replied. “Amber gave no shits and hopped back on top of me, and we fucked like wild people until both of us finally came.”
Everyone looked around at each other, and Kristin whistled loudly shaking her head. Jason started clapping and laughing, and it made me feel kind of good that the most daring people in the room
were impressed. I reached over and took Amber by the hand and winked at her.
“I have always wanted to fuck on a train, but I have yet to have the chance,” Jason said. “Maybe our next trip should be a train ride across the country. We could fuck in every state.”
“I like that,” Kristin said, leaning forward as Jason kissed her cheek.
“What about the subway trains?” Amber lifted her eyebrows. “I mean, you live in New York City. You have a subway station on like every single corner.”
“Nah, those things are always way too crowded,” Jason said.
“And disgusting,” Kristin scoffed. “I mean, I do have boundaries, even if they are small. At the same time, though, I don’t give a damn about crowds. You guys know this. I think Jason needs to get the balls up to fuck me on the subway train when we get back. I’ll get some disinfectant and a towel for us to sit on. It has to be packed, though. Like end of the work day packed. None of that four in the morning bullshit.”
Everyone burst into laughter, watching the giddy interactions between Kristin and Jason. Though they were taking it as a joke, for some reason, I had this sneaking suspicion that Kristin was not joking at all. Visions of Kristin getting fucked doggie style on a subway train flooded my mind, and I could feel my dick twitching in my pants. Kristin was so damn wild and uninhibited. There was definitely a really big part of me that wanted to bend her over and fuck her. I knew that submission wasn’t her thing, though, and she would throw me down and ride me like a cowgirl until I bust a nut all over her. That was incredibly hot to think about, and I wondered if Jason would be down to let me fuck his wife. They had the most interesting relationship of anyone that I knew. It was one thing to want your wife to feel the most pleasure possible, but it was a different thing to be completely aroused watching another man fuck her.
Amber and I had a really strong relationship—we always had—but I wasn’t sure that the two of us could have an open relationship like that. I could barely imagine her in her college days with those three, much less imagine letting another man climb on top of her and fuck her until she screamed out in pleasure. I wasn’t possessive in any way, but there was something about letting that fear go and watching it happen at the same time. I wasn’t sure if I was aroused, irritated at the thought, or both, but there was some serious tension in my chest.
It was my turn to give the next “Never have I ever” statement. There were more than enough things that I hadn’t done, but I knew that everyone was looking for me to carry on the conversation in the risqué column. It was hard for me to bring myself out of my private mindset and open up to everyone, even if I had known them my whole life.
“Come on, Matt,” Kristin said. “Give us a good one.”
“Alright, alright, don’t rush me,” I replied, suddenly feeling nervous and not knowing what to say. “Never have I ever… flunked a test.”
That was lame as hell, and I was almost embarrassed that it was all I could come up with. The pressure in that room was unreal. I looked over as Amber blushed and pulled her glass to her lips, taking a drink. I turned to her, completely surprised that my studious wife had flunked a test.
“I flunked my midterm during Sociology 101,” she said, blushing. “What? I never claimed to be the smartest girl in any of my classes. It was pretty much the only bad mark I ever got on anything in college, though. You know how serious I took school. I knew that I only had one chance at it because my parents would not pay to repeat a class.”
“Okay, so what happened?” I looked at her and then over at Kristin, who had a smirk on her face.
“Yeah, Amber, why don’t you tell us what happened,” Kristin said with a smile.
“I was up the whole night before.” She shrugged, diverting her eye contact. “I was really tired.”
“And why were you up all night?” Kristin obviously knew what was going on.
“At first, it had started out as a homework session where Kristin was supposed to be helping me study for my exams,” she said, blushing. “However, Kristin started taking off her clothes, piece by piece, telling me that clothes were too distracting and that we would think better without the restraints. Then she had put her head in my lap to ‘rest her eyes,’ and before I knew it, we were in a full-out make out session on my bed.”
“Hey, my eyes were definitely resting.” Kristin laughed. “Why don’t you tell them why that interrupted any studying?”
“You are a pain in my ass,” Amber said, sticking her tongue out at Kristin. “So that make out turned into, like, a marathon sex session, and studying flew right out the window.”
“I remember that,” Jason said. “I walked in on Kristin eating you out and just slipped my cock right in.”
“Yeah, well, in the end, I passed the class with a B,” Amber said shaking her head. “I made up for the midterm with extra credit and hard work for the rest of the term. I still think that it was totally worth it at least once in my college career. That had definitely been an amazing night.”
“Yes. It. Had.” Kristin raised her glass.
I was sitting there listening to the stories, hearing the words right out of Amber’s mouth, and imagining it happening in my head, but I still just couldn’t believe it. Thinking about my wife locked away in her apartment, getting her pussy licked by Kristin, was not only extremely hot, but it was really hard to imagine. I didn’t blame Kristin at all, though, since I had ample experience tasting and licking Amber’s pussy, and it was definitely something that was enjoyable and arousing at the same time. The fact that Jason had joined in made it even harder to believe, though. From what it was starting to sound like, my innocent, Midwestern wife had been a college sex maniac. I knew that college was supposed to be that time that everyone let down their guard and experimented with sex on a different level than before, but I thought things like what they were describing only happened in movies and pornos, not actually in real life.
I kind of felt like I was hearing stories about someone other than Amber. Some crazy, hot schoolgirl getting all of her fantasies fulfilled. In reality, it didn’t seem that farfetched to think that Amber would have let her guard down for that kind of pleasure. I was intrigued, but not surprised, since her sex drive at the current time was insane, in a good way. We had sex at least once a day, and I looked forward to sneaking away from work so that I could go home and bend her over the counter and give it to her hard and fast. More times than not, we got off and then picked back up later that night, spending most of our free time rolling around in a tangle of limbs. Sex definitely hadn’t slowed down once we were married.
Most men would have a really hard time hearing about their wife’s past, especially when it included crazy amounts of group sex. I, on the other hand, liked to hear about these exploits, and instead of getting upset about it, it was making me more and more turned on at every turn. I had a really vivid imagination, and I knew my wife’s body inside and out, so imagining her getting her pussy licked by the sexy woman across the room from me was really simple for my mind to create. I could feel my cock getting hard in my pants, and with every drink and every question, we were all getting a little looser. Even Austin was leaning back, laughing and smiling as he listened to the stories. It made me curious about how the rest of the day and into the night was going to go.
There was nowhere for any of us to escape to with the storm still raging outside, and there didn’t seem to be any break from the alcohol in the foreseeable future. This was not something I ever thought I would do, but I wasn’t going to lie to myself. It was really exciting. I think whatever water Kristin was drinking had seeped over into me.
Chapter 19
Amber
I reached over and grabbed Matt’s hand, hoping to reassure him since he was probably thinking all kinds of things about me at that point. I had revealed a lot about my past and a lot about the sex that he never knew I had with the people in that room. I wanted to make sure that he was still secure in his feelings for me, and mine for him
. It was important that he knew that I had chosen him over that lifestyle. I squeezed his hand hard, and I could feel him squeeze back, rubbing his other hand over my skin. Knowing that he was responsive to my concerns made me feel a hell of a lot better, but I also wanted to be easy with the rest of the stories. It wasn’t that I wanted to hold anything back, but delivery was definitely the key to success in that situation.
Suddenly, and to my complete surprise, he pulled on my hand and rubbed it down his crotch, under the blanket we had covered up with. At first, I wasn’t sure what to do, but quickly, I relaxed, remembering this man was my husband, and I could feel comfortable following whatever lead he had chosen to take. I could feel the erection in his pants throbbing, and I looked up at him with a surprised look. He had never made a move like that before when we were around other people, and it was really sexy. He smiled at me with reassurance, so I smiled back and squeezed strongly on his cock. He was really hard and really turned on, and I quickly realized that my stories were like an aphrodisiac to him. It was definitely not the reaction that I thought I would get, but I wasn’t going to complain about it at all.
His cock pulsated in the palm of my hand, even through the thin layer of clothing that he still had on. I squeezed again and pushed down, rubbing my hand down and back up the shaft again. He leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, showing me that what I was doing was definitely feeling good.
“Hey, earth to Amber,” Kristin said, pulling my gaze back to her. “It’s your turn.”