A First Step

"Oh gee," she paused, obviously nervous, "I'll go with Sam." We all laughed and Sam raised his hands in the air in mock celebration.

It was now Sam's turn. He drew a card that asked him whether he'd ever had a fantasy about being with someone of the same sex. I noticed his face get red. "I can't say that I have," he replied.

"Whatever dude," replied my husband jokingly. "You know you have." We all got a good laugh again. Clearly the alcohol and joking around had loosened everyone's inhibitions a little.

Carey drew next. Her card, instead of asking her to tell us something, told her to remove an article of clothing. She giggled and removed her shoes leaving her feet bare. My husband drew his card and laughed as it told him to select two people to remove an article of clothing. "Well, I know I'll probably pay for this later, but I choose Erica and...Sam, since it's his house."

"Oh, you bastard," shouted Sam laughing. He pulled his shoes off.

"I'll definitely remember this!" I said to needle Chris as I slipped my shoes off my bare feet.

It was then my turn. I drew my card and read it aloud, "Pick two people in the room to kiss each other while everyone counts to ten." I put my finger to my lips to mimic a look of deep concentration on my decision. "Well, Olivia wanted to soooo...Olivia and Sam."

Olivia looked at Carey with a nervous smile and then over at Sam, who was grinning. They both stood and met in the middle of the room, their spouses looking on. I admit I was eager to see what they'd do and how far this game would take us. As we began to count they placed their hands on each others' hips; their mouths met in a tentative kiss. As we slowly approached "five" they kissed again, this time when their lips touched their mouths opened slightly. By the count of "ten" Olivia and Sam had progressed to open-mouth kissing and as they parted the look on both their faces said they were disappointed to have to go back to their respective seats.

"Well done," Carey encouraged them.

John was next. He pulled a card that instructed him to remove an article of clothing as well as choose someone else to do the same. "Carey, it's your game," he said with a wink, "Go ahead." John tugged his shoes off and Carey pulled her socks off.

Olivia drew a card. She read, "Tell the group your favorite sexual position." She blushed, smiled nervously and looked over at her husband. "Oh wow, ummmm," she mumbled.

"Oh, come on honey, I know what it is," John teased.

"Okay, I love to be on top, facing him," Olivia admitted.

"Woo hoo, nice!" exclaimed Carey. The idea of climbing on top of John and riding him caused me to clench my thighs together and left my mouth a little dry. I shifted in my seat. I could tell Chris was a little excited too; his fingers flexed on my back. "Okay Sam, your turn," Carey said.

Sam took a card and read, "Who in the room would you most like to see naked? He looked from Olivia to me and back to Olivia.

"What about me?" asked Carey in mock disapproval.

"I see you naked all the time sweetie," he said laughing. "Erica, I'm a breast guy and I'll bet you've got two beauties under that shirt," he said with a smile.

I felt myself blush again. "Well thank you Sam," I replied flashing him what I hoped was my best playful smile, "I hope I don't disappoint you." I could definitely feel the gin and tonics at this point.

As the game progressed, a pile of socks, shoes, and a pair of boots developed on the floor, and we learned a little more about each others' sexual desires and intimate moments. John's shirt was off and lay crumpled on the floor. Carey was forced to share with us the most exotic place she'd ever had sex; it was in a lake at night with Sam before they were married. John revealed his favorite sex position: "taking Olivia from behind", as he put it. I was enjoying myself, but nervous at the same time. I didn't want to be the next person to remove an article of clothing, as it would have to be my shirt. I badly didn't want to be the first woman without a shirt. I knew it was just a game and anyone of us could back out at any time, but I didn't want to be the one do to that either. I was in control, but I wasn't, and it thrilled me.

I drew a card. As I read it my hand went to my mouth. "When was the last time you masturbated and what did you think about." Oh my God, this was worse than having to remove my shirt ahead of the other girls. I was utterly embarrassed. I didn't even talk about things like that with my husband. "So this is really embarrassing," I started. Everyone was looking at me. I tried to ignore Chris, sitting next to me. Pretend he's not there, I told myself.

"I think it was Tuesday morning, in the shower. Chris had left for work," I said tentatively.

"Nothing wrong with that Erica," said Carey reassuringly.

"Yeah, I love the shower," said Olivia.

"Me too," said John grinning. Olivia playfully slapped his arm.

"And what were you thinking about?" asked Carey eagerly.

"Well, I guess it was several things." I figured I'd be honest and make this as good as possible. "I thought about the sex Chris and I had had that weekend. The thought of it aroused me. And then I thought about us all getting together tonight and what may happen." I was getting into it. "I fantasized about having sex with Chris in the same room as you all watched. You all were having sex too, of course."

"Wow, that's hot," said John. I noticed Sam's hand slip down to his wife's thigh and press between her legs through the denim of her jeans. Carey's mouth was open and her tongue touched her upper lip. I felt good now that I'd said it. I'd been bold and they'd liked it. I was satisfied. I felt Chris rub my back to reassure me. He seemed okay with my revelation as well. I inched closer to him on the couch.

John followed me and drew a card. It instructed him to choose two people. They would have to take off one piece of clothing worn by the other person. He chose Carey and me. After what I just disclosed I could do this. No problem.

Carey and I stood in the center of the room. "You first," I said. She chose my shirt and began to unbutton it. Smiling, she then pushed the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. I let it fall to the floor and stood there in my blue bra; I felt for sure they could see my heart pounding beneath my chest.

"Very cute," she said. I put my hands on her hips and slowly slid her shirt up her sides and over her breasts. She helped me as I lifted it over her head and arms and off. I was careful not to snag her glasses. Her ample breasts were held in place by a black, lace bra. I realized that I wanted to kiss her right then and there, to feel her soft lips on mine, but we quickly returned to our seats to the applause of the rest of the group.

I wasn't self-conscious at all. I sat with my hands under my thighs completely at ease. At least that's what I tried to project. I hoped my breasts peeking out over the top my bra would distract the others from the pudge peeking out over the top of my skirt. Oh well, I thought.

Olivia drew a card. It gave her the option of either removing one article of clothing of her own or removing two pieces of clothing of her own and choosing two other people to remove one piece of theirs. "Let's get this party moving," she said with an evil grin, "Chris and John, you're in this with me." The guys laughed good-naturedly.

Olivia stood and quickly pulled her tee-shirt up over her head. She then unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her long, thin legs. She smiled as she sat back down, knowing everyone was ogling her. As I had expected, she had a fantastic body underneath those clothes, something of which I was envious.

John and Chris both stood. John unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off. Chris did the same. The both sat back down in their undershorts, bulges protruding from both. I reached over and patted Chris' thigh, softly brushed his shaft through the thin material. He smiled at me.

Olivia did the same to John and announced, "Someone is a little excited." We all giggled and laughed.

"I never thought my wife would be so into stripping in front of other people," John kidded.

Sam picked up the next card. "Remove an article of clothing of one of the people sitting next to you and kiss whatever is underneath for thirty seconds," he read. He looked over at his wife. "Okay sweetie, you know what I like."

Carey smiled in response. "Oh, I know." She sat up and Sam reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Carey threw it aside letting her large breasts free from their constraint. As we counted, Sam leaned over and took his wife's right breast in his hand and lowered his lips to her nipple. His tongue circled the large areola. Carey's eyes closed as she gave into the pleasure and sucked in her breath as Sam's lips closed on her dark nipple. I squirmed in my seat as I watched Carey enjoying Sam's attention. "Oh, she's liking that," Olivia commented.

As we neared fifteen Sam switched breasts and greedily sucked on his wife's left nipple, gently biting it. Carey shivered with pleasure and opened her eyes as we reached thirty.

As Carey leaned forward to draw a card her breasts swayed back and forth, the gleam of Sam's saliva still on them. I took comfort in Carey's apparent ease. The fact that due to pregnancy and breast feeding my breasts were no longer as perky as they once had been worried me. But Carey apparently wasn't concerned about airing her bosom to the group despite gravity's effects on it.

Carey's card instructed her to choose someone in the room with whom to make out for thirty seconds. To my private glee, she immediately shouted "Erica!" She stood and instructed me to stay right where I was. My mouth went dry and I quickly licked my lips so they'd be a little moist. I'd been anticipating this all evening and now it was happening. I hadn't kissed a woman since college and now Carey stood in front of me. She spread her legs, climbed on the couch and straddled my lap. She pulled her brown hair back from her face, leaned down towards me and pressed her lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around her lower back, feeling her smooth skin against my hands, and opened my mouth to her. I was so ready for this. Our tongues intertwined and toyed with each other, hers reaching back into my throat and then withdrawing to allow mine to explore her mouth. I felt the soft flesh of her breasts on my upper chest as we kissed.

It went entirely too quickly, and as the group reached thirty Carey pulled away, looking longingly into my eyes. "I'm sorry that had to end," she said smiling. The group hooted and clapped in approval. I exhaled and breathed deeply; my face was flushed once again. I took a sip of my gin and tonic and relished my first girl-kiss in over nine years.

My husband's turn came and he drew a card. It told him to remove one piece of clothing from someone sitting next to him in the circle. He looked over at me. "I know you're just dying to get that skirt off sweetie."

If it meant one step closer to having my desire fulfilled, I certainly was. I stood up and Chris unzipped my skirt and pulled it slowly down my thighs. I stepped out of it, revealing to the group my blue undies. I was a little self-conscious, but as the guys whistled and the girls signaled their approval, I felt better. As I sat down I thought about why Chris had chosen me over Carey. I leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. "You know, you could have chosen Carey. I wouldn't have minded one bit. I might even have liked it. We're here to enjoy ourselves. Don't be bashful." We exchanged knowing smiles and cuddled close, his hand on my bare thigh, squeezing slightly. I pressed my thighs together, my desire growing.

"Okay Erica, your turn," said Carey. I picked a card and read aloud, "Choose two people of the opposite sex. If they haven't stripped down to their underwear yet, have them do so. The woman must give the man a lap dance for three minutes." I thought about it for a quick second and chose Carey and Sam.

They stood, unbuttoned their jeans and pushed them down their legs eagerly. I would have been incredibly apprehensive about performing a lap dance in front of my news friends, but Carey seemed as eager as if she did this for a living. Sam sat back down on the couch and Carey stood in front of him, gently swaying her hips along with imaginary music. I felt the grip on Chris' hand on my thigh tighten a little in anticipation.

Carey grinned enticingly down at her husband and ran her hands up her stomach to her breasts and squeezed them, tugging on the nipples playfully. She then lowered herself onto the couch straddling Sam's thighs with her legs. She leaned over him and rubbed her nipples against his face and then, clutching her breasts, slid his face between them. She ran her hands through her brown hair, letting it fall seductively slightly askew over her face and shoulders. She swayed her hips over his groin, her thong underwear exposing her plump, bare bum to the room. Lowering her mound to the bulge that protruded from her husband's undershorts she then ran her hands over his bare chest. She licked her lips as she pressed herself against her husband. Sam let out a soft moan. "Mmmm, sweetie," he mumbled.

Carey continued to swivel and rub her hips against Sam's groin area and brush his face with her full breasts. It was then I felt Chris' finger press against my labia through the material of my panties. It sent a spark through my body and I took my eyes off the performance to give a glance Chris' way. He was completely engrossed with watching Carey and Sam. I clenched my thighs around his hand and tried to press my mound closer to it. I didn't realize how aroused I was. I looked over at John and Olivia again. She was literally on the edge of her seat, her mouth slightly parted, a smile on her face. He sat erect, his hand between his legs. It looked like he was putting some pressure on his own bulge.

I turned my attention back to Carey as she rubbed her mound a little more vigorously against her husband. She moaned along with him as her lap danced turned into mutual pleasure. Her eyes closed, she was obviously lost in the moment. Sam's eyes were wide open taking in the sight of his wife grinding her body against his on their living room couch in front of two other couples. She slowed a little, opened her eyes, smiled, and looked down at Sam. "How was that sweetie?" she asked huskily.

"Mmmm, wonderful," he responded. Carey slid off Sam and sat back down next to him on the couch. Both their faces were flushed as they looked back at us.

"Okay, so whose turn is it now?" asked Carey breathlessly, "I got a little distracted."

"Uh, I guess it's mine," said John as he moved his hand from his groin to the deck of cards. I felt Chris' hand relax on my thigh and looked over at him. He looked at me. "You enjoying yourself?" he asked quietly. I nodded in assent, my eyes surely giving away my desire. I put my hand on his thigh and touched his shaft through his undershorts. It was rock hard.

John read from his card. "Choose someone to remove an article of clothing of yours and then remove an article of their clothing. The two of you must caress what ever is underneath for thirty seconds." John looked around the room and his eyes settled on me. "Erica, care to join me?" I graciously accepted and we stood in the center of the group. All eyes were on us as John reached around my back and fumbled with my bra clasp.

"First time?" I joked. He finally got it and my bra fell to the floor, my breasts exposed. I touched the tip of my tongue to my lips, knelt down in front of John and grasping the waist line of his shorts slowly pulled them down his legs. His hard cock sprung free, standing out straight in front of me at eye level. It was larger than I had imagined. I wondered about what it would feel like in me and I felt a twinge between my legs. I could smell my arousal. I wondered if John could.

I grasped his shaft in my hands as the group began to count. I softly ran my fingers over the taught head and down the hard rod. As I clasped his shaft with my right hand, I took his balls in my left hand, massaging them gently. John groaned and I looked up at him. His mouth was open and I stroked him a little harder. I stood, but continued to stroke him. His hands went to my breasts. He cupped them in his hands softly, lifting them slightly.

Breast feeding had caused my areolas to expand and they were quite large at this point. The rough skin of his thumbs played across my nipples; they responded by hardening. I bit my lower lip and rubbed my hand over John's cock more firmly. He squeezed my breasts a little harder in response to my caresses.

Before I knew it, our time was up and we parted. I returned to me seat and looked at Chris. His smile reassured me. I looked over at John, his cock still standing up hard in his seat. And then my eyes turned to Olivia. Her dark eyes were on me and she wasn't smiling. I couldn't tell whether she was pleased or not until she touched her tongue to her upper lip and exhaled deeply. She gave me a coy smile and wiggled in her seat. I could tell she was aroused.

"Olivia, it's your turn," said Carey, breaking her spell.

Olivia drew a card and read. "If you are not naked at this point, remove your remaining clothes. If you are naked, pleasure yourself for two minutes." She blushed. "Looks like I'll join you naked John," she said laughing. Olivia stood and unclasped her black bra and dropped it on the floor, revealing her petite breasts. Carey whistled jokingly. "You like 'em?" Olivia said with a wink as she gripped them both in her hands and wagged them in Carey's direction.

"Oh yeah, keep going girl," responded Carey. Olivia then slipped her panties down her long, lithe legs. I saw my husband's eyes widen at the sight of her neat patch of curly dark hair covering her mound. "Very nice," added Carey.

"See what I get to enjoy all the time?" commented John with a grin.

"See what I get to enjoy?" Olivia quipped reaching over and grasping John's still hard cock as she sat back down. We all laughed.

Sam drew a card. "If you're not already naked, have your partner select someone to remove an article of your clothing and kiss whatever is underneath."

Carey giggled and paused. "Oh, I could be real mean here," she said. "Chris!"

"What?!" my husband exclaimed. "You can't pick me, you gotta pick a girl."

"That's not what the card says," Carey replied in her sweet Southern drawl. "Are you backing out?" she needled him. John, Olivia and I were dying laughing. Sam was not amused.

"Come on dude," John prodded, "It's not like it'll turn you queer or something." Chris reluctantly got up with Sam and quickly pulled down Sam's undershorts. Sam's cock had been stiff from Carey's attention, but now seemed a little deflated. Chris puckered his lips and bestowed a quick peck on the tip as we all laughed.

"It's not funny at all," Chris pouted as he returned to his seat.

I nuzzled him with my body to reassured him, but digged him at the same time. "I didn't know you swung that way sweetie. Wish you told me earlier."

"Ha ha, very funny," he replied.

"Good job honey," Carey said to Sam. "Was Chris as good as me?" she joked as she drew a card. "Oh my God," she exclaimed as she read it to herself. "Remove all remaining clothing and pleasure yourself for two minutes."

Carey pulled her underwear down her legs and tossed them at Sam playfully. She leaned back on the couch and ran her right hand through the thick, curly hairs covering her mound. She closed her eyes, spread her legs and began to draw her fingers over her labia. Chris' hand returned to my thigh and I squeezed it against my mound. I exhaled deeply as I watched Carey play. I could feel my arousal growing and absentmindedly moved my body against Chris' hand. I looked over at Olivia and John. They were fixated on Carey again, John lightly stroking his cock and Olivia pressing her thighs together and releasing them. I was so glad it wasn't just me who was aroused.