Authors: Carol Swan
And Ethan was definitely new—new and
big
. Unexpectedly big. He waited for me to start in silence. In fact, the whole room was silent as I spit into my palms, and then, throwing caution to the wind, gripped his firm shaft and pumped my hand up and down. He seemed to swallow a groan, his hips twitching as I circled the thick head, using my fingers to tease the sensitive underside. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Brad watching the whole scenario, and while his arms were folded, his eyes blazed with excitement.
Maybe we should have added another person to spice up our sex life earlier?
"I'd like to cast my dare now," I said as I kneeled in front of a man who wasn't my husband, my hands pumping up and down his dick in rapid succession. His hands, meanwhile, practically splintered the wood on the armrest of his chair. Peering up and over the table, I met Aubrey's eye and smirked. If this was how she wanted to play, she was definitely going to lose. "I dare Aubrey to give Brad a blowjob."
The whole room fell silent as soon as the dare was issued, and I resumed pumping my hand up and down Ethan's impressive shaft. Then, moments later, Aubrey was on her feet and making her way toward my husband—whom I had no problem getting a blowjob from another woman. I'd never been the jealous type, and had entertained the idea of a three-way on multiple occasions.
"It seems like we've swapped wives here," Ethan chuckled weakly, his body twitching again when I teased the tip of his cock. Brad gave a slightly uneasy laugh, though when I glanced back, I noticed the way his eyes had darkened with desire, the way his skin flushed with arousal.
"You okay with that," Brad asked, and when Ethan nodded, he pushed the question onto the both of us.
"I'm not going to back out of a dare," Aubrey stated as she pulled his cock, and before Brad could get another word in, she wrapped her lips around the tip and plunged down, taking him as deep as she could go. I smirked when Brad's eyes rolled back and he groaned, though he clearly wasn't sure what to do with his hands.
Unwilling to be outdone by Aubrey, I continued along with my hand job for a little while before I decided to up the ante and give Ethan a little sucking action too. One hand went to my hair as I bobbed my head up and down on his thick cock, the tip tickling the back of my throat every so often. It quickly became apparent to everyone involved, in that moment, that we'd moved far beyond a simple game of truth-or-dare. The game was done, and the real fun had officially begun.
It wasn't long before Ethan and I had a steady rhythm going, his hand guiding me with how fast or slow I ought to suck. I actually enjoyed the way he guided me, his hand fisted in my hair. Brad was more of the type to sit back and let me be the sexual aggressor, while outside of the bedroom we were usually on equal footing. Ethan, meanwhile, was more the quiet type, and yet here he was being the sexually assertive one of the two of us. I liked it—a lot.
After doing my best to deep throat him a few times, he pulled me off and we looked at one another, our chests heaving in tandem.
"Want to take this somewhere else," he asked breathily, and just as I was about to agree—I bet that cock felt
great
inside an aching pussy—Brad spoke up.
"No, stay," he insisted. I glanced back, worried he might be upset, but he had a mischievous look in his eye when he added, "I've heard it's fun to watch."
My panties dampened at the thought, and I turned back to face Ethan, excited.
"Take your clothes off," Ethan ordered, not missing a beat. Aubrey hadn't said anything thus far, but it was probably hard to get a word in with my husband's dick in her mouth. Grinning, I stripped slowly, fully aware that the eyes of both men were on me. Off went my T-shirt, my shorts, my underwear, my bra. I tossed them all aside, totally comfortable in my nudity.
Ethan stood and dragged his shirt off, then lifted me onto the table's edge and spread my legs. My pussy practically glistened in the dim light of the overhead lamp. Gripping my thigh with one hand, he slipped his fingers into me, just two, and moved them in and out slowly with little resistance. Unable to help myself, I threw my head back and moaned, riding him, my hips grinding in sync with his movements. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brad watching us closely, clearly interested in everything we were doing.
His pace quickened, and when his other hand started massaging my clit, I was a hopeless goner. Head thrown back in ecstasy, I cried out when I came, bright lights and stars dancing across my field of vision as pleasure flooded my body. It was surprising, given that Ethan and I had never been intimate together before, that he made me come so quickly, but I figured it was the thrill of being watched by my husband that really got me going.
And I had to agree with him: it
was
fun to watch. For some reason, I enjoyed the way Aubrey's head bobbed up and down Brad's length, kneeled between his parted knees and not saying a word.
I'd barely had a few moments of recovery before Ethan pulled me off the table and positioned me at the far end so that I faced Brad and Aubrey. He bent me over the wood, pushing the bowls of chips and half-full cups of liquor out of the way so I had a clear view of my husband. When he stepped back, the cool night air from a nearby window tickled my bare ass and slick pussy, arched up and exposed to Ethan. I nibbled my lip, waiting to see what might happen, beyond thrilled to have a man really take charge of me. Maybe Brad could get some tips…
I gasped the first time he spanked me. Ethan's hand came down hard and steady, smacking me on the meat of my ass, and I met Brad's eye quickly. Both of us seemed stunned that Ethan had that side to him, but I stayed bent over, my breasts flattened against the tabletop, making little squeaks and moans every time he spanked me. When there was a lull in the spanks, I glanced back and saw him glistening with sweat: clearly he was getting just as worked up over this as I was.
By now, Aubrey and Brad had moved on to other things, and I watched, surprised, as Aubrey shimmied out of her underwear and climbed onto Brad's lap, kissing him full on the lips. I smirked, unable to help myself, and then gasped when Ethan grabbed my hips and tugged me back a little, then thrust his huge cock into me, filling me all at once. My eyes widened as I took him in, my tight body adjusting to him slowly, and my clit tingled at his forcefulness.
Bent over the table, Ethan fucked me from behind, pressing down on my back as he took me—and I was in absolute heaven. I'd wanted to be dominated by someone for so long, and this was exactly what I needed. Meanwhile, Aubrey had started riding Brad, sliding up and down, his face buried in her ample cleavage.
As Ethan pounded into me, his hand slowly wandered from my back to my neck, then around to my mouth. He pushed his fingers past my parted lips, and I sucked the lingering taste of my juices off gleefully. When I was through, he wrapped his hand over my mouth and pulled my head back, forcing me to watch how his wife rode my husband in wild abandon. Whenever I started to close my eyes, losing myself in the pleasure, he spanked my ass again, hard, so that I kept watching.
Ethan's rough handling of me combined with the way Brad's eyes glazed over with lust was just too much, and soon enough I was coming all over his cock, my body tightening around the thick shaft as pleasure washed over me for a second time that night. Aubrey's climax came shortly after, though she was much more graceful about it. Unfortunately, she seemed to have an issue with Brad finishing inside of her, and before I could say anything, Ethan dragged me off the table, his cock still inside of me, and walked me toward the pair.
"She never lets me come inside her," he said as Aubrey climbed off, her movements slow and languid, probably from her orgasm. "Here. Use her mouth."
I perked up at the thought, parting my lips to accept Brad's familiar cock. As he thrust into my mouth, his usual taste combined with the sweet juices of Aubrey's climax, Ethan continued to slam into me over and over again, and shortly after Brad spilled himself down my throat, Ethan gave me a hard spank and thrust hard, groaning as he came.
"Oh my god," Brad said, sighing and running his hand through his hair as Ethan eased out of me. I stood up slowly, not putting much trust in my wobbly legs, and then leaned against my husband's chair. "That was fucking fantastic."
"Not a bad outcome for truth-or-dare," Ethan agreed before chugging down the rest of his drink. Aubrey and I locked eyes, and without saying anything, we came to the consensus that I was the winner of our little private game. After all, while Brad's salty taste lingered in my mouth, Ethan's come slowly dripped down my leg: clearly I'd taken much more than she had.
"Who's down for a little midnight skinny dipping," she suggested, raising her eyebrows at me as she dragged her little sundress off and tossed it aside. I hid my smile as the men agreed, and as all four of us hurried down to the lake, shedding clothing as we ran, I realized that my game with Aubrey was far from over.
And I couldn't wait to beat her again before the night was over.
As the final waves of her orgasm washed over her, Emma lay back on her bed with a sigh of satisfaction and lifted her pink vibrator from under the covers. She gave it a wipe with a tissue and left it in her locker beside a well-worn erotica book. She enjoyed her daily sessions with a racy novel and her vibrator, but lately, she wanted something more.
It had been a long time since she was with a man. Over two years to be exact. She often wondered if there was something wrong with her. She was twenty-five years old, college-educated, and attractive, if a little plain. So why was this so hard?
Well, no more, she decided as she threw back the covers on her bed and jumped out. Emma made her way over to the full length mirror on her door to give herself a full appraisal. Not bad, but could be better, she told herself.
She tossed her long dark hair back over her shoulder and put her hands on her hips. At 5’5”, she wasn’t exactly petite, but years of horse riding and yoga throughout college had kept her in shape. Her waist was small but her ass was always just a bit bigger than she would like. She knew men liked her breasts—they were round and full, and her male friends and co-workers ogled them every time she wore a tight or low-cut top.
Which wasn’t very often, she admitted to herself. Maybe that was the problem. She didn’t show herself off enough. Emma had always been conscious of her womanly body and tried to cover it as much as possible at work, with ill-fitting pants suits and double-breasted blazers. She had always been a shy girl and even her casual wear was more about not drawing attention to herself than being fashionable or making herself look attractive.
Emma stripped off her loose-fitting pajama pants and top and pulled a pair of heels from the back of her closet.
This time, instead of pushing her dark hair behind her shoulders, she let it fall in waves down to her breasts.
Wow
, she thought,
what an improvement a pair of high heels makes
.
The girl in the mirror now looked long and lean in her pink panties and bra; her figure was an hourglass and even her ass looked higher and firmer. Just as she was about to turn around there was a quick knock at her bedroom door and her roommate burst into the room.
“Hey Emma, can I use your hair dryer, mine is—oh.” Jenny stopped and stared at Emma in amazement. “You look
hot
.”
Emma was about to self-consciously cover her body with her arms, but she stopped herself. She was new, confident, and—apparently—hot now.
“Thank you,” she said, raising her chin a little bit higher and smiling at the little blonde whirlwind that had just stormed into her room, “but I think we discussed knocking before we go into each other’s rooms?”
“I did knock.” Jenny shrugged. “Besides, you see me in my underwear
all
the time; it’s only fair I get to see you.”
Emma laughed at her irrepressible friend. The two had met on the first day of college when they were assigned to the same dorm and, despite Jenny being a wild, overly-confident party girl and Emma being shy and studious, they had been best friends ever since.
“My hair dryer is in the locker beside my bed,” Emma told her friend as she turned once again to the mirror.
“Oh, Emma, you naughty girl!” Jenny shouted. Emma whirled around and felt her face go crimson.
“Jenny put that down! It’s private!” She shrieked in embarrassment as Jenny jumped on her bed, waving her pink vibrator in the air.
“Oh, chill out Emma, I’m just happy you’re getting any at all, even if it is from yourself. I was starting to think you were asexual.” Jenny giggled at her own joke and sat down on the bed.
Emma felt tears of embarrassment fill her eyes and quickly turned away from Jenny so she wouldn’t see.
“Oh, hey, don’t get upset.” Jenny jumped up, alarmed, and put an arm around her friend’s shoulder.
“No, you’re right, Jen,” Emma said quietly shaking her head. “That’s what I was doing before you came in. I was deciding to be a more sexual person, but I don’t think I can do it.”
“Of course you can,” Jenny told her friend. “You obviously have the drive to be sexy when you’re in here going to town on yourself all the time with this thing.” Jenny waved the pink vibrator in front of Emma’s face and despite herself, Emma laughed. “Come with me.” Jenny gave Emma a devilish smile and grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the room and down the hallway to her own.