"Sam, why don't you and Alan use the master, Imani and I will take the blue room and David and Melissa can use the other guest room."
My head swiveled from face to face as I looked at each of my friends in turn, contemplating just what we were about to do.
"Good luck guys and...enjoy!"
The events in this story took place at what turned out to be a very intimate birthday dinner that I organized for my wife, Sam, to celebrate her thirty-third birthday. Celebrating with us were Alan and Melissa, who Sam and I know from our college days, and David and Imani, a couple that we've been good friends with for almost seven years.
All three of the women fall into the totally gorgeous category. Sam is a tall, graceful blonde who boasts sparkling blue eyes and a slim, alluring body while Melissa, on the other hand, has long flowing black hair, gorgeous green eyes, and soft, pouty lips. Imani is originally from Mozambique and has a dusky, caramel coloring which, combined with her big brown eyes, delicate bone structure, and statuesque presence, makes her a truly stunning woman.
So just how had we reached the point where three lucky guys were about to pair off with each other's wives? Well, you can read the full story in "Birthday Party Blowjob Games", however for those of you who can't be bothered the summary is as follows
As incredible as it seems, Sam, in conversation with Melissa and Imani, had insisted that she'd be able to identify me using only her mouth and my cock. Alan called bullshit on this and challenged her to prove it if she was so insistent that she was right. Now Sam has never been one to back down from a challenge and that's how just fifteen minutes later she came to be reciting the rules of a sexy blowjob game that she had designed to prove her point.
Essentially it went like this. Blindfolded, the women would suck each of us for five minutes; the objective being to see whether they could identify their husband simply from the feel of his cock in their mouth. Afterward, they would each 'guess' which of the three cocks belonged to their husband. To add a little spice to the game, the girls had negotiated that their identified 'husband' would then eat them to orgasm and, at their discretion, allow him to fuck her.
Incredible! Ridiculous! Yes, of course! Had you, or anyone else suggested that the evening would turn out this way I'd have called you totally crazy. However, here we were, each of us naked and about to indulge in hot sex with each other's wives.
"Wait!" Melissa said urgently. "If we are going to do this I want to be in the same room as Alan. I'd rather see him and Sam together than spend the rest of my life imagining it. That would just eat me up."
Everyone froze and there was a momentary silence as we stared at Melissa in shock.
"Oh my God, Melissa, I don't know if I can!" Sam said with alarm. "It's one thing to fuck him but quite another to do it with all of you watching! Don't you think it would be better to do it in private?"
"No...I can't. I just can't contemplate being in a different room knowing that Alan is next door fucking you."
Alan stepped in at this point. "It's ok babe, it was just a game. We don't need to do anymore."
"No, that's not fair to you or Sam. I accepted the rules when we agreed to play the game. All I'm asking is that we do it here where we can all see what happens."
At that, everyone began talking at once, creating a general hubbub in the room as they presented their point of view.
"Wait," I called over the noise, "let's just take a vote. "As I see it, we have three options. One, we can scrap the whole idea. Two, we can use separate rooms as originally suggested. Three, we can do it here together. Actually, I guess number three is two different options; we can either all do it together at once or, we can ritualize it a little, and take turns while everyone else watches. Let's call that option four. I suggest a secret ballot but before we do everyone needs to agree that they are going to be on board with the outcome."
Once again there was silence in the room as each of us contemplated whether we were willing to abide by the rule of the majority. Slowly, all five heads in front of me nodded in acquiescence.
"Okay. Please think about which option you want to vote for while I go collect some pencils and paper."
Two minutes later I was back. All three of the ladies were deep in whispered conversation while Alan and Dave sat quietly off to the side. I quickly handed out pencils and paper.
"Okay, this is straightforward. I've written the numbers one through four on each piece of paper I'm holding. Please circle the number you wish to vote for and place the paper in the bag that I have here. Once we've all voted, I'll count and see which option is the favorite."
It didn't take long and a few minutes later I was holding a bag containing six slips of paper. I reached in and drew out the first slip. The number three was circled boldly.
"One vote for staying together," I said, loudly. "We all know that's what Melissa wants so it's not so surprising."
The second slip of paper yielded a four. I offered the bag to Sam and suggested that she draw the next two slips.
"Okay, we have another vote for option four! Seems there are at least two exhibitionists amongst us," she said with a laugh.
We all watched as she picked the fourth slip from the bag.
"Oh, this one is a one," she said quietly, looking at each of us in turn, as she handed the bag back to me.
"Looks like we are all going to be exhibitionists," I said as I offered the bag to Melissa.
"Another three," she said as she opened the slip. "That's two three's, two four's and one individual with no balls," she laughed.
