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It's Only a Game
by Shattims (shattims@yahoo.com)

***

My wife and I get together with another couple, and we 
learn a new game. If you had asked us ahead of time, we 
never would have believed how the game would end. (MF, 
couples, wife-swapping)

***

It was getting to be a habit, but a nice one. Every 
Saturday evening we'd get together with Bob and Peggy, 
either at their place or ours. We'd have dinner 
together, play some cards, and just enjoy the company. 
Fran and I agreed they'd become our best friends, and I 
think they felt the same about us. There wasn't 
anything overtly sexual about our relationship — we 
were just friends, or so we thought until last week.

We'd gone over to their house this time. They both 
greeted us at the door; Bob gave my Fran a big hug, and 
I did the same to Peggy. There was nothing unusual in 
that, we always hugged when we got together and when we 
said good night. And yet, there was something different 
about it for me this time. I've heard people talk about 
perfume being "alluring". Well, now I know what they 
mean. Whatever it was that Peggy had used that night 
really turned me on. I flushed and broke the embrace 
somewhat abruptly. 'Shame on you', I thought to myself.

Peggy had fixed a really nice dinner, pot roast with 
all the trimmings, and had some excellent red wine to 
go with it. Fran and I usually don't drink at all, but 
we each had two glasses this time. I don't know, maybe 
it was the wine, but I kept smelling that perfume and I 
kept watching Peggy out of the corner of my eye. I'm 
sure it was the wine that had us all giggling by the 
end of the meal.

After the girls had cleared the dishes we all sat back 
down for a game of cards.

"What'll it be, Hearts?"

"Nah, I'm tired of that, how about Canasta?"

"We can't, we only have one deck."

"Well, we could always play Poker."

"But I didn't bring any money," Fran objected.

"No problem," I threw in, "we could play Strip Poker." 
Whatever possessed me to say that I'll never know? The 
wine and the perfume, I guess.

Bob and Peggy both laughed, but Fran looked shocked. 
"Ted! Shame on you!"

"I was only joking," I protested.

But then Fran giggled a bit herself. "Do people 
actually play that, or is it just a joke?"

"Oh, I understand people actually do." Bob said. "Hell, 
I know they do. In fact," he lowered his voice to a 
conspiratorial whisper "I played it once myself."

"You did? And just exactly when was that?" his wife 
demanded.

"It was long before I met you," Bob explained. "In fact 
I was just a kid. And to tell the truth, it wasn't all 
that great. I mean, you'd probably guess it was very 
erotic, and ended in an orgy or something. But it was 
really mostly just embarrassing."

"So, what happened? I prodded him.

"Well, one of the gals did have to take off her bra, 
and you'd think that would have been a real turn on for 
the guys, but she was so embarrassed about it that we 
ended up feeling sorry for her instead."

"Did you stop playing at that point?", Fran asked.

"No, not really, but ... oh hell, let's change the 
subject."

"Oh, no," we were all pushing him now, "you gotta tell 
us how it ended."

Bob was obviously very reluctant to finish the story, 
but he finally admitted, "Uh, the game ended when I got 
cleaned out and had to take off my under-shorts. I was 
dreading it so much that by the time it happened I was 
totally limp, and everybody teased me about how small I 
was."

We all had a good laugh over that, except Bob, who was 
quite red in the face.

"Well, I guess we can forget about that one," Peggy 
finally declared, "so what can we play?"

"Actually," Bob said a bit hesitantly, "a guy at work 
told me about game that he said was a lot better than 
Strip Poker."

I was all ears. "All right, tell us more."

"Well, OK, but it's kinda raunchy."

The girls both giggled.

"Hey, we're grownups, we can handle it," Fran threw in.

Now it was my turn to be shocked at her, but I didn't 
say anything.

"All right, you asked for it. The game is called 
'Peter, Pill, and Mary' for that folk singing trio back 
in the sixty's, but it's really an adult version of the 
old children's game called 'Paper, Scissors and Stone'"

"I remember that," Fran said, "and it sounds pretty 
boring."

"Oh, I don't think you'll find this boring," Bob 
replied with a wicked smile. "If you remember that 
game, you do this thing of two people pounding their 
fists into the palms of their other hand in a rhythm 
together as they both say 'one, two, three', but on 
'three' they may change their fist to another shape. 
Well, in this version the shapes are Peter, Pill, and 
Mary.

"Maybe you can guess what shape Peter is."

We all snickered a bit nervously at that.

"Yep, it's the famous Finger." Which he proceeded to 
produce.

"Pill is the birth control pill, which you show as a 
flat hand, and Mary is, well just a woman, but you show 
it as an open fist with your thumb and forefinger 
making a circle like this. It's supposed to represent 
her c... umm vagina." We all giggled again, even more 
nervously.

"See, the thing is," he went on, "Peter wins over Mary 
because he can penetrate her."

This with a rather graphic demonstration as he made 
Peter with one hand and Mary with the other, and ran 
Peter in and out, in and out, of the hole.

"See, I told you it was raunchy."

The girls were both tittering but trying to hide it. 
Me, I felt just bold enough from the wine to say, "Go 
on, tell us more."

"Well, the Pill wins over Peter, because it can thwart 
his primary purpose in life." Another demonstration 
followed, of Peter being stopped by the flat hand. More 
titters from the girls.

"Finally, Mary wins over the Pill, because she's the 
one who decides whether to take it or not."

Bob paused and looked around the table. He was 
apparently satisfied by what he saw.

"Now, time to get started. You and I can go first, 
Peggy."

"OK, what do I do?" she giggled.

"Just decide which shape you are going with ... Now 
make a fist and here we go: one, two, three." On three, 
Bob came down with Peter and Peggy came down with Pill.

"OK, you win. That means you get a point. All you have 
to do is get eight points and you've won the game. Now 
you do it with Ted."

I thought I heard my Fran breathe a sigh of relief at 
that point. I imagined her thinking, 'That shouldn't be 
too hard'. But I was quickly diverted to other thoughts 
... thoughts of peters and perfumes and cunts. Guessing 
that Peggy might try the same thing again, on three I 
opened my hand to be Mary. I looked at her hand, and 
yes, it was flat.

"Ted wins," Bob declared. "You have to name something 
you are wearing, and let him take it off from you."

"You didn't tell us about that part!" Peggy was 
obviously flustered.

I was grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon," I said, 
"what'll it be?"

She flushed, but then said, "A shoe."

She and Bob were sitting on one side of the table, with 
Fran and I on the other. Peggy was across from me, and 
Bob across from Fran. I got up, walked around the 
table, and knelt beside Peggy's chair. She cautiously 
slid her foot out from under the table and I slipped 
her shoe off.

"Now what do I do with it?" I asked.

"Go sit down, and put it on the table in front of you," 
Bob replied.

"So now it's my turn with Fran, right?"

Bob shook his head. "Nope, Peggy keeps playing now 
until she gets fully dressed again. So here we go, 
Peggy. Are you ready? One, two, three."

She decided it was time for a change in her game plan, 
and tried Mary this time. But Bob once more produced 
Peter.

"Yes!" he said as he ran his finger in and out of her 
open fist. "Now what do I get to take off?"

"My other shoe, I guess," she said a bit shakily, and 
he proceeded to slide his chair out, kneel beside her, 
and remove her other shoe.

Then she turned back to me, biting her lip in 
nervousness. My mind raced. What would she pick? Maybe 
Peter? I went with Pill, and so did she.

"A tie," Bob declared. "Nothing happens, and it's my 
turn again." One, two, three came up Mary for both of 
them.

Back to me: Mary for me, Peter for her!

"Oh my," she breathed as she ran her finger in and out 
of my hand. "I get to put my shoe back on now, right?"

After she did she turned to Bob. Peter/Pill for 
him/her. She blocked his finger thrust then retrieved 
her other shoe.

"OK, Fran, now it's your turn. Since I did the last 
round with Peggy, you start with Ted."

I turned to her, and our eyes locked. What would she 
come up with? One, two, three: Peter/Mary.

"Do I get your shoe now?" I grinned as I pumped my 
finger in and out of her fist.

"I guess so."

I took it off her foot and she turned to Bob. This one 
came up Mary/Mary, so it was back to me. Peter/Pill 
meant she blocked my finger, got her shoe back, and it 
was the end of her turn.

Bob and Peggy came up Pill/Peter so he took her shoe 
off. Peggy and I did the same thing with the same 
result. I'm sure she thought Bob would never expect her 
to do the same thing three times in a row, so she did 
peter again. But Bob did keep his "winning hand", 
leaving him grinning widely and asking "Now what can I 
have?"

Both girls were dressed casually in slacks. Peggy was 
wearing a white blouse with large violet flowers in a 
pattern on it. Fran had a pale yellow pullover sweater 
on. I happened to know that she had a lacy white bra 
under it, and pale yellow panties with a bit of lace at 
the leg holes.

Of course I had no idea what Peggy had under her blouse 
and slacks, but I found myself doing a lot of 
imagining. I wasn't even sure what she had on her feet, 
though I had taken her shoe off twice now. Maybe full 
length nylons? Maybe calf high? Maybe panty hose? 
'Please let it be panty hose' I thought. If so I was 
going to find out something right now about what she 
was wearing underneath.

"My sock," she said, and slid the leg of her slacks up 
to her calf so Bob could take it off.

He did, and said, "oh, by the way, one more rule. When 
a guy takes off something that exposes skin he gets to 
kiss any part of that skin he chooses."

He pulled Peggy's foot up and leaned over to kiss the 
top of it.

Now it was my turn again. Oh, god, if I could only win: 
Mary/Mary. Rats!

She turned to Bob: Pill/Pill.

Back to me, another chance: Mary/Peter.

"I got you," she said, grinning lewdly as she ran her 
finger in and out of my fist. In and out, in and out!

Then she put her shoe back on leaving her with one bare 
foot and me with a growing erection. She and Bob came 
up with Peter/Mary and it was his turn to do some lewd 
simulated "finger fucking". He added her other shoe to 
the growing pile in front of him.

Another big chance for me! Mary/Peter. "I win again," 
she drooled, pumping furiously in and out of my fist. 
"so I get to put a shoe or sock back on."

"Not so fast," came from Bob. "He doesn't have any of 
your things, so you don't get to put anything on."

"Oh, so then I get a point, right?"

"Nope, you can only collect points when you are fully 
dressed."

"That's not fair!"

"It's the rules. Now stop pouting, and it's our turn, 
so let's do it. The game must go on."

Pill/Peter: "Oh, no!" She wailed.

"Oh, yes," he said intensely and took her other sock 
off.

"There's no way I'm going to play any more. What if Ted 
wins now? I don't have anything left for him to take."

'Oh yes you do!' I thought. 'Oh YES, oh YES!'

But Bob's response cooled me off quickly: "Don't worry, 
there's another rule that comes into play here. He 
won't be able to take anything off."

With that assurance she turned nervously to me: 
Mary/Mary, foiled again.

Back to Bob, and it was Mary/Pill.

"Oh, no! Now what?"

"Well, I assume you'd rather have me take your blouse 
off than your pants, right?"

"You're crazy, you can't take either of them off until 
Fran and Ted go home."

"Why not? I'm sure Fran has seen lots of bras, and I'll 
bet Ted would love to see you with your blouse off. 
Right, Ted?"

My face turned bright red, and so did Peggy's.

"See, what'd I tell you? But like I said a minute ago, 
you don't have anything to worry about, I'm not going 
to take it off. When we get to this point we can't take 
anything off without first getting dibs on it. So now, 
I get dibs on your blouse. Like this." And he rubbed 
his hands up and down the side of her chest, caressing 
the material of her blouse.

She buried her face in her hands.

"Come on," he said, "it's Ted's turn."

God how I wanted to get my hands on that blouse. One, 
two three: Pill/Peter. Yes! I came around the table 
behind her and rubbed my hands up and down the side of 
her blouse. I was dying to reach on around her and play 
with her tits, but Fran was glaring at me, and besides, 
Bob had restrained himself, so I guessed I could, too.

"I've got dibs on your blouse!" I said in a shaky 
voice.

"Rats, that means I DON'T have dibs on it any more," 
Bob put in. "Come here baby, and let's see what I can 
do about that." What he did was Mary/Mary so it was 
back to me.

"Phew! I hate to tell you this babe, but if Ted wins 
this time he CAN take your blouse off."

"So what," she retorted quickly, "I'll bet he can't 
win."

And she was right. We came up Mary/Mary. At least I 
still had dibs. And unless I was mistaken, Peggy was 
really starting to enjoy this tease.

Bob's turn again: Peter/Mary.

"Yes!" he said as he pumped his finger in and out of 
her fist, "Now I'VE got dibs on her blouse!"

He wasn't nearly so chivalrous this time.

"Her whole blouse," he added as he moved his hands from 
her waist up her belly and chest and cupped her 
breasts.

"Bob, stop that!"

"Why? I thought you were my wife."

"Yes, but we're not alone, and you might give Ted some 
naughty ideas," said with a coy look at me.

Bob just laughed, and then let her go.

Peggy turned to me, somewhat flushed. I've got to touch 
her blouse again! One, two, three: I couldn't look: 
Mary/Pill. Oh, god, I was in heaven.

I was around behind her chair in nothing flat, and my 
hands went straight for her belly button. She was 
quivering! I could feel it distinctly through her 
blouse. My cheek was touching her neck, my nose next to 
her ear. That perfume! As my hands started moving up to 
her breasts I looked defiantly at Fran. She glared back 
with barely contained rage. I stopped just short of 
Peggy's breasts, and reluctantly returned to my chair. 
Peggy looked like she wasn't even there. She was 
staring blankly and not moving a muscle.

"Snap out of it, Peg. It's our turn," Bob said.

She turned, and mechanically pounded her fist following 
his lead, but I doubt if she was able to make any kind 
of real decision. When Bob came down Pill, so did she, 
probably because that is what she had done with me.

So it was back to me, and I already had dibs: 
Mary/Mary. Shucks, I had guessed she would keep doing 
the same thing.

She started playing faster. Bob: Peter/Peter. Me: 
Mary/Peter. She gave me a passionate look as she pumped 
her finger in and out of my fist.

Again I had nothing she could take back, but Bob 
announced, "Sorry, pal, you just lost dibs on my wife."

And on the game went. Bob and she came up Mary/Pill, 
and he played with her breasts. Then I got Pill/Peter, 
and this time nothing was going to stop me from cupping 
her luscious globes.

I closed my eyes so I couldn't see Fran's angry face, 
filled my nostrils with Peggy's intoxicating scent, and 
whispered in her ear, "I've got dibs on your whole 
blouse," while I moved my hands slowly over her round 
softness.

Incredibly, Bob and I kept on winning. Bob said, "No 
I've got dibs," as he kissed her neck below her chin 
and squeezed and pinched her tits through her clothes.

"No, Bob, it's me, not you," as I kissed the nape of 
her neck and kneaded her breasts. I could hear her 
breath coming in short gasps.

Bob said, "Oh god, I want your blouse so bad," as he 
circled her tips with his fingers.

He leaned forward to kiss her, and she responded by 
wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him 
wildly with much snorting and moaning. They were 
obviously both horny as hell.

But the streak couldn't last forever. She and I came up 
Mary/Peter.

"How'd you like to get some of this?" she groaned as 
her finger pumped my encircling hand.

That broke dibs, but didn't give her anything to put 
on. Then she beat Bob, so she put a sock back on.

But she and I came up Peter/Mary.

"Oh, yes I would," I said answering her earlier 
question as I pumped in and out of her sweaty hand.

This time I didn't even try to walk around to her side 
of the table. I pretty much fell out of my chair and 
crawled under the table to her foot. I tore her sock 
off and planted wet kisses from her ankle to her toes.

By the time I finally managed to get myself back into a 
sitting position, Bob had felt her up thoroughly after 
I don't know what. She turned back to me with her mouth 
half open and her head moving slowly from side to side.

Pill/Mary: "Sorry, lover boy," she whispered as she 
took back her sock.

She continued to win or tie over Bob, and tie with me, 
until it was his turn again and he had only one shoe. 
Then the tide turned once more and Bob started winning, 
while I was still getting nowhere.

Finally, when Bob had both shoes and a sock, I came up 
Peter/Mary, YES! One quick finger stroke into her hand 
and then I dived under the table, stripped off her 
other sock, and nearly devoured her foot.

While I was still doing that, she and Bob came up 
Pill/Pill, so she had nothing to do until I surfaced 
and could try again: Pill/Peter, OH, BABY!

I heard her now sultry voice say, "How would you like 
it if I came around to your side of the table this 
time."

I liked it more than words could tell. I liked not 
having to stand up and show off the huge tent at the 
front of my pants. I loved watching her hips swivel as 
she walked toward me. I nearly died as her crotch came 
closer and closer to my face. I was in heaven as she 
kneeled down beside me, wrapped her arms around my 
neck, and started kissing me. My hands went straight to 
her tits, and I heard her quiet moan inside my mouth as 
our tongues pumped wildly into each other.

"Hey, slow down!" yelped Bob, and at the same time Fran 
barked, "Stop that this minute!"

Peggy and I reluctantly parted.

She went back to her side, sat down, and we kept on 
playing. Now she was winning, and got everything back 
except for one shoe that Bob had. Then luck turned my 
way, and soon I had her other shoe and both socks. 
Another big chance for us:

Pill/Mary, so I got nothing, but neither did she. A bit 
later I got another chance, and this time we came up 
Peter/Mary. We put our heads together across the table 
as I pumped my finger in and out of her oh-so-willing 
hand.

"Let's sneak under the table where the others can't see 
what we're doing," I moaned, and that's what we did.

It didn't work out as well as I hoped, though, what 
with two jealous spouses kicking us. But I was able to 
whisper a thought in her ear.

"Maybe we should try to get you fully dressed again, 
and give Fran a chance. If we could get her hot for 
Bob, we could get away with a lot more ourselves."

I won't bore you with all the details, but after about 
half a dozen more "one two three's" she had both socks 
and shoes back on, and it was Fran's turn.

Fran, however, shook her head, "No, I don't think we 
should play this game any more."

"But you haven't hardly played at all," Bob protested.

"I don't care, I don't want to play any more," Fran 
insisted.

But Bob looked her in the eye across the table and 
said, "oh yes, you do. This is our chance to get even 
with them."

Fran looked intently at Bob for a bit, then turned and 
glared at me for a while, and finally looked back into 
Bob's eyes again.

"All right," she said, "I will."

She and I started, and came up with Pill/Peter, so I 
took her shoe off. I saw her mouth something to Bob, so 
wasn't a bit surprised when he won on Mary/Pill and 
took her other shoe off. Back to me with Pill/Mary and 
she put her shoe on. Another quick signal to Bob gave 
him both shoes.

What they were doing was obvious, but neither Peggy nor 
I had any intention of challenging them. On my turn it 
was Pill/Pill, and she and Bob were ready for the next 
step. Sure enough, Peter/Mary gave him a chance to 
"finger fuck" her which they milked for all they could, 
and also gave him one of her bobby socks. And it gave 
her a thoroughly kissed foot. She and I came up with 
Mary/Peter. She giggled as she pumped her finger into 
my hand, but of course I didn't have anything else to 
give her.

The next round with Bob was a foregone conclusion, 
Mary/Pill to be specific, and Fran was barefoot. She 
and I did the Pill/Pill bit, and now the suspense 
mounted. I didn't see any signal this time, so maybe he 
just got lucky:

Peter/Mary.

"Oh YES!" he said as he ran his finger in and out of 
her hand. "Oh yes, INDEED!" as he reached across the 
table and slid his hands up and down the side of her 
sweater.

I was surprised he didn't attack the front of her 
sweater, and I suspect we all were, but he was probably 
smart to give her a little more time.

She turned back to me and I beat her out with 
Mary/Pill.

"Now I've got dibs on your sweater," I said with a 
wolfish grin.

I started with my thumbs on her belly button and slowly 
stroked upward until my fingers were caressing the 
sides of her breasts and my thumbs were pressing 
against their base.

"Ted! Stop that," were her words, but I didn't believe 
them.

She turned, a bit flushed, to face Bob across the 
table. Pill/Mary: she put a sock back on.

Peter/Mary: I did the finger bit in her fist, then took 
her sock and kissed her foot.

It was another chance for Bob, but he came up 
Peter/Pill so he lost her other sock.

Pill/Mary with me meant she had both socks on.

Then he got one back, and kissed her foot, on 
Mary/Pill.

She and I tied, and he beat her again with Mary/Pill, 
leaving her barefoot.

She beat me, but I had nothing to give her, so she 
turned to Bob again, biting her lip. It was just a tie.

My turn: Peter/Mary!

"Oh, yes, honey! I've got dibs on your whole sweater!"

She was really blushing now as I rubbed my hands all 
over her breasts.

A tie with him left me grinning evilly.

"If I win this time I can take your sweater off."

One, two three: Peter/Mary!!

"NO!" she moaned, burying her face in her hands.

"He can do it if he wants to," said Bob with a face 
that left no doubt that he wanted me to. "But I have to 
tell you there's another rule that applies here. If he 
wants to give you another chance, he can."

"Please, PLEASE, give me another chance," she begged.

"OK, I will."

"However," Bob stuck in quickly, "This means you have 
super dibs on her, and because she is so grateful, she 
is really going to thank you. Fran, you're going to sit 
on Ted's lap, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss 
him passionately while he feels your tits up through 
your sweater."

She did, and I did, and her kisses seemed quite 
genuinely passionate.

We finally broke the embrace and she turned a bit 
shakily to Bob.

Mary/Pill:

"Yes! Now I get dibs on your sweater again!" he said 
excitedly.

He came around behind her this time, and didn't hold 
back. His hands cupped her breasts and he started 
squeezing them. She blushed furiously, but didn't 
complain or make any move to stop him.

Finally he backed away and she turned to me. 
Peter/Pill: I had nothing for her to take back, but it 
did mean Bob lost dibs. She and Bob tied, as did she 
and I.

Then he beat her with Mary/Pill.

She gave him a wink and a sultry smile. "How about if I 
do the same thing Peggy did a while ago, go to you this 
time."

Bob's eyes were locked on her breasts and midsection as 
she swayed her way over beside where he sat, and knelt 
down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed 
her cheek against his as he squeezed and pinched her 
tits. Her face was out of my view, so I had no idea 
what she might be whispering to him, but little doubt 
that she whispered something. She certainly seemed to 
be in no hurry to break away from him.

Peggy and I finally suggested that was enough, and Fran 
came back and sat down. She and I tied, so she turned 
back to Bob.

"You know I already have dibs on your sweater," he said 
in a tight intense voice.

"I know that," she said just as intensely. But they 
tied, so she turned back to me.

Pill/Peter: "Oho," Bob said, "It's super dibs time 
again!"

Fran quickly climbed on my lap, pulled my lips to hers, 
and started pumping her tongue in and out of my mouth. 
At the same time she was bucking her chest against 
mine, her body begging for attention. That I was happy 
to provide, kneading and pinching her super-hard tits 
though her sweater.

As she finally broke away from me she mouthed something 
to Bob, and sure enough he got dibs again on Mary/Pill. 
She actually ran around the table, pulled him out of 
his chair, and then collapsed, pulling him down on top 
of her. Not under the table this time, and safely away 
from any possible kicking feet. She spread her legs 
then wrapped them around him. Their pelvises were 
pounding into each other, and their mouths were locked 
together.

After a bit it was my turn to suggest they had better 
slow down. They reluctantly returned to their seats, 
and she and I came up Mary/Pill. That meant it was our 
turn for some wild simulated action on the floor.

To no one's surprise Fran followed that by a similar 
round with Bob. They met on the floor at the end of the 
table, but this time she took the top position, 
pounding her crotch against his and bending over for 
noisy french kisses while he worked her chest with one 
hand and her ass with the other.

When they finally separated she tied with me, and once 
again Bob "beat" her with her assistance.

"Oh YES," he roared. "I've already got dibs on your 
sweater, so now I take it off."

"But what about super dibs?" she asked batting her eyes 
and licking her lips.

"Remember, that's my choice." he explained. "And I 
choose to take your sweater!"

"Whatever," she replied hotly, "if you want it you've 
got it."

"What I really want, I'm not allowed to do right now, 
but I am going to obey the skin-kissing rule."

With that he knelt at her feet and started sliding her 
sweater up, kissing her belly button and working his 
way up to her bra. She was panting and gyrating and 
holding his head against her body. When her sweater got 
up to her bra strap I suddenly remembered that I had 
noticed while we were getting dressed at home that her 
bra was a bit skimpy for what it had to cover. Fran was 
facing directly away from me, so I couldn't actually 
see what was going on, but I was pretty sure that Bob 
must be taking full advantage of that right now, 
kissing every bit of breast skin he could reach.

As for Fran, she let out a moan that gradually turned 
into a shriek, reached down to grab the sweater under 
her arms, and tore it off. Then she grabbed Bob hard, 
clawing at his back. Since they were oblivious to our 
comments, Peggy and I finally had to separate them 
physically. He retrieved the sweater from the floor and 
they both sat down panting heavily.

Fran couldn't keep her eyes off Bob even as she did the 
"one, two, three" with me. I'm sure she had no idea 
what she was doing, but she came down with what 
appeared to be Mary. Since I had the same thing, she 
could immediately focus all of her attention where most 
of it already was, on Bob. Once again the whisper, and 
once again he won.

"Oh, baby, YES, now I've got dibs on your pants!"

She stood, and he was on his knees in front of her, 
sitting on his calves. His cheek was rubbing her lower 
belly as he kneaded her ass and slipped his hand in 
from the back between her thighs.

"Oh, OH, OHHH!!" she screamed as he rubbed her pussy 
through her pants with the side of his finger.

When we finally got them settled back in their seats, I 
figured I'd let her go a little further, so I picked 
Mary once again, and sure enough, she did too. There 
was no way she wanted to stop now, so Bob came out 
ahead again by pre-arrangement. He tore at her zipper, 
undid the button above it, and shoved her pants down to 
her feet. She was standing with her hands gripping his 
shoulders tightly, her head thrown back, and her yellow 
panties thrusting again and again toward his face.

He scrunched down further so he could kiss her thighs. 
She spread her knees as wide as possible and guided his 
mouth to the lace next to her pussy. Then she shifted 
his head just enough so that his kisses were centered 
on the crotch of her panties. It was only a gasp and a 
series of shudders, but I'm absolutely sure she came.

Wild horses couldn't have stopped Bob now. He threw her 
to the floor, tore off her panties, yanked his own 
pants off, belt and all, and landed on top of her 
pumping frantically.

I stopped watching at that point, as Peggy and I dove 
for the floor at the other end of the table. She 
unzipped her pants, and kicked them and her panties 
off. I unfastened my belt and was likewise naked from 
the waist down in a flash. She pulled her knees up and 
spread her legs. I crawled between them and started 
pistoning my wildly jumping cock against her body, 
searching for her cunt. She guided me with her hand, 
and I sank my shaft deep within her.

I had never wanted anything so much in my life, and 
when I got it I came immediately. squirting jet after 
jet into her.

When I finally calmed down, she said, "Oh, I did want 
that, but I wish you hadn't come so soon."

"Don't worry, I'm only just getting started," I said. 
"I'm sorry I couldn't wait, but I needed you so much."

Indeed, my engorged dick stayed as hard as ever, and 
after resting a bit I started pumping again, first 
slowly, and then faster and faster. She must have 
already been pretty close herself, because after only a 
couple of minutes of that she came, screaming.

I wasn't there yet myself, but I stopped long enough to 
let her recover, then renewed my assault. This time we 
both came together.

When I was able to focus again I looked down at her and 
saw her staring wide-eyed at me.

"That was incredible," she whispered, "oh, Bob, hold me 
close."

We clutched at each other and kissed passionately for a 
while, until suddenly she pushed my face away from 
hers.

"GOD, Bob, this isn't possible! I still feel you so big 
inside me! Don't you ever get soft?"

"Not while I still feel as horny as I do right now," I 
replied, "I'm so hot for you I think I may be able to 
come four or five times."

"Oh GOD," she shuddered, "that would be FANTASTIC!!"

"Let's roll over," I suggested.

We managed to do so without losing our connection. She 
immediately started bouncing up and down on top of me, 
her knees squeezing the sides of my chest. I decided it 
was time I got to see a bit more of her, so I 
unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. She 
shrugged both of them off, and there I was staring up 
at her huge boobs, bouncing up and down as she rammed 
herself onto my shaft again and again.

I wrapped my arms around her back and curled myself up 
so that my face was next to one of those globes. That 
perfume again! Now I knew where she must have put it. I 
caught a tit in my mouth as it swung by, and started 
sucking on it. My hand stole around her ribs to find 
the other tit, and proceeded to stroke and squeeze and 
pinch.

From the sounds she was making, she was almost there. I 
slid my other hand down the small of her back to her 
ass, and crammed a finger into her crack. With a scream 
she started cumming over and over, wave after wave. 
That was all I could take, and I joined her. PULSE, 
squeeze; PULSE, squeeze; PULSE, squeeze. My cock and 
her cunt were doing a dance that seemed like it would 
never end.

We finally did calm down, and our gasps turned to 
normal enough breathing that we could talk again. My 
cock was still inside her, and still pretty stiff. I 
tried moving it up and down a bit to check, and yes, it 
was still up to the job.

"OH, YES, you're SUPERMAN!," she panted. "I never 
dreamed any man could do what you have done to me 
tonight!"

"Have you had enough?" I asked.

"Ummm, maybe. No, not quite, if you could do just a 
little bit more."

"My pleasure," I said, with a few more pelvic thrusts 
up into her hot wet hole. "I'd like to be on top 
again."

As we rolled over I caught a glimpse of Bob and Fran, 
sitting naked on the floor. Or rather, Bob was sitting 
on the floor with his back against a table leg, and 
Fran was sitting on his lap with her back to him. They 
both had expressions of exhausted bliss, but Bob still 
had one hand on her tit and the other buried in her 
pussy. They were both watching us, but like I say, I 
just got a glimpse of them. I was much more interested 
in watching Peggy.

"Now let's really put on a show for our spouses," I 
whispered to Peggy after I was on top of her. "But this 
time I want you to keep your legs closed and I'll 
straddle you."

"OK, but first," she said, "I want to take off your 
shirt so I can feel your chest against my tits."

That done, I once again started pumping my rod into 
her. Her closed thighs made for a lot more friction 
than I would have had just from the inside of her 
totally sloppy cunt, and I was going to need all the 
help I could get. Hell, I'd already come three times 
within the last hour! But it still felt great, and soon 
I was pounding into her at a furious rate.

And it wasn't long before she forgot her doubts, and 
was coming up to meet my every thrust while making an 
indescribable moaning/squealing sound. A mental picture 
of Bob grubbing in my Fran's pussy kept slipping into 
my consciousness and was somehow even more of a turn 
on.

Fran told me later that we were going at it furiously 
for about ten minutes, and that for half of that time 
Peggy's ass never touched the floor. She just kept 
pushing it up and up to get me as deep as possible into 
her. She finally screamed and clawed my back, and her 
massive pussy contractions brought me to yet another 
climax.

When we came back down to earth at long last we looked 
to see what the others were doing. Fran was on her 
hands and knees, and Bob was going at her doggy style. 
He had both hands on her tits, and she was moving her 
body up and back, up and back, in time with his 
thrusts. Then he came with a roar and she responded 
with her whole body twitching. After they collapsed we 
all lay there for a long time.

Finally I propped my head up on an arm and said "Hey, 
Bob, I just realized we never finished that game we 
were playing. Would it have ended when we managed to 
strip one of the gals naked?"

"No way," he snickered. "There are some more special 
rules about what happens then, and believe me, it can 
get wild."

"But," he added, "I really like the way we ended the 
game. How about you?" We all agreed.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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