Jungle Juice

*Disclosure - This is my very first story and it is purely fictional. I am not a English graduate and there will be many errors in grammar. Feedback is welcomed but please be gentle and constructive with them. If any offence is taken I apologise in advance. Other than that...happy reading!!!*

It was my wife Kayla's 35th birthday. Being the vice president of a top leading communication firm meant she was able to rent out a large villa for a couple of days to enjoy the occasion. This allowed Kayla to invite her closest friends and their partners to celebrate her day at the villa with us.

It was the peak of summer. There I am, Keith, age 41, Standing at 5 '10, Black British, with an average build, bald dark skinned man with a bit of facial hair happily married to Kayla, 5' 3, Indian-Black mixed which gave her an attractive light caramel brown skin tone. I would say she sits in the chubby but cute category, carrying average breasts but amazing big black nipples which were poking through her white bra and plain white t-shirt which sat over harem animal print elasticated pants she had on.

I was comfortably in an orange vest and jeans shorts, trying not to sweat too much while finishing the setup for the picnic style garden party the wife arranged for herself.

The first of our guests rang the doorbell and we both went to greet who had arrived.

It was Kayla's best friend for almost all her life Reema, who was already 35, and her husband Rahul, Indian at 36 years old. Reema was a 5 '5, slim, creamy white Indian with long dark straight hair. Reema was wearing a fuchsia pink knee-length open dress, showing her lovely smooth, slim legs. Rahul, 5'7 average build like myself, stood beside her in a black polo shirt and jeans.

They had rode together with 37 year old Seema, Reema's sister, a buxom 5 '6 beauty with a nice big rack, which was hard to hide and harder not to look directly at. Seema wore a deep red low rim sleeved dress, also knee length, along with a thick black belt to highlight her curved waist. The red dress matched the red tips at the end of her almost all black straight hair, which sat layered down Seema's front, resting nicely on her chest. 39 year old Sanjay, 5 '7, her Indian husband had a slightly slimmer build than Rahul and was wearing a denim shirt with beige shorts.

Following, only moments behind, was Beth and Bobby, both 35. Beth was a college friend of Kayla. White women, 5 '6 plumpish, sporting short bobbed brown hair which framed her face well. She was wearing a long sage green dress with buttons at the front trailing from top to bottom. Bobby, White male, towered over everyone at 6 '2. A large, rugby build, beer drinker with the gut accustomed to those who drink too much of it. He had on a simple black t-shirt and well-worn jean shorts.

Then after came Veena 34, another long-time school friend of Kayla's, and Vish 36 her husband. Veena 5'1 Indian, holding a mothering, curvy body, came wearing a very modest full-length, burnt orange dress that hovered metres off the floor. Vish, 5 '8 slim, athletic built Indian, came in his custom matching all white top and shorts.

Next to join the group was our Jewish friends Amanda 35 & her partner Anthony 38. Amanda met Kayla in high school. She stood at 5 '4 and carried the same large set of melons as Seema and had a great figure. She came casually dressed in a blue vest top and khaki shorts. Anthony, Slim, 5 '11, was equally as casual in a thin hoodie and shorts.

Finally came Priya 35 and Parin 36, Priya a petite 4 '10 Indian whose, even with a child like figure, had a face with an allure which could never be mistaken for child like. Priya appeared in a full cream number. Complete cream lace long sleeve top with a slightly lighter cream crop top underneath with matching short skirt. Parin, at 5 '5, came in a white shirt and navy chinos.

The group all came together at the back of the villa to greet one another and enjoy the day before them.

Hours passed, and the gathering had now been going on throughout the afternoon through to the evening, and the sun was slowly beginning to set across the beautiful, secluded, villa view. To cheer Kayla's birthday, she brought out a bottle of "Jungle juice" her dad had gifted her. He said he had picked it up on his trip from the Caribbean. The locals stated it was "great" for getting the party started, whatever that meant.

I grabbed a load of shot glasses and handed them to everyone.

Filling the glasses, we raised for a toast. "Happy Birthday to my beautiful wife, Kayla," I cheered.

"Happy Birthday Kayla," everyone followed, and then we all downed our shots.

"Fill 'em up again," Reema called.

Refilling all the glasses, Reema raised her glass "Happy b-day bestie."

We all cheered again "Happy Birthday" then all took a second shot.

Now Bobby bellowed "one for luck."

With that, a third shot was distributed, raised in the air, and then knocked back by all.

With that, everyone went back to doing their chatting and dancing.

A couple of hours passed quickly, and the continued drinking of different wines and rums had started to get to everyone's head.

"Games time" someone shouted out

We all gathered in a circle and sat on the clean, green lawn, each next to their partners in boy/girl order.

The game was truth or dare, which got some excited and others scared as hell.

It all started innocently enough with simple questions around the circle like,

"What's the drunkest you've ever been?"

"Who was your first celebrity crush?"

"What one movie are you embarrassed to admit you enjoy?" And so on.

Things took a turn when a question was proposed to Beth by someone, I've actually forgotten who.

"Of all the guys here, put in order who you think has the biggest to smallest in dick size."

That sent intrigue through the minds of the other women, while most of the men sat quietly confident of where they would be placed in the order.

Beth pondered for a minute or two before turning to Bobby, with a hurt look on her face, said "Sorry babe."

Beth then looked directly into my eyes as she pointed out to me.

"I'll have to say Keith has the biggest."

Giving Bobby another apologetic look.

"Bobby is second in size."

She then got into a flow picking Anthony next, followed by Parin, Vish, Rahul with Sanjay last.

Sanjay was fuming. One for being put last and also because I was picked first. He had always seemed a bit defensive whenever he saw Seema and I talk to each other. I presumed it was because he had been told of her past secret black boyfriend, which was passed off as a phase.

Bobby was also a bit peeved over being second choice by his own wife.

Bobby: " there's no fucking way I'm smaller. I get the fucking nonsense being spouted about black guys, but come on".

Sanjay: "And no way I'm last. If anything I'll be the same size as Keith."

Vish sniggered at that comment along with some of the girls.

Vish: "There's no need for jokes mate."

That comment got Sanjay to his feet. Things were starting to bubble up.

Bobby jestered "Only one way to settle this. Guys get your cocks out. I'm going to show my wife exactly what she's got."

Standing up he looks at all the guys with a determined and alpha wolf presence, dominating every man to their feet, one by one.

I too was compelled to stand believing safety first.

Bobby continued to stare down all the men as he unbelted and unbuttoned his shorts, releasing the zipper. Everyone copying with their own pants and shorts.

The wives now all looked at each other, shocked, unsure what was happening in front of them but ready for what they knew was coming next.

Bobby circled his thumbs round the rim of his shorts and boxers underneath. "On three" he said affirmatively.

Again we all copied in sign of compliance.

"One, Two....THREE"

Very loud gasps came from the girls as all the mens bottom halves became exposed.

The jungle juice had taken effect as all us men were standing fully erect with their wives sitting one side with another on the other. The wife's eyes are now darting at seven hard cocks hanging in front of them.

"Oh my," Reema and Veena said together as they had both locked onto my rod.

Reema gasped "What the."

Veena: "yeah what the actual."

Beth looked at Bobby "Well I was right about that." Looking back and forth between his cock and mine.

"Fuck. Fairs fair. Second is fine by me," said Bobby.

Sanjay rubbed has hands together "Right let's fucking see this order then because I'm not the fucking smallest." His face going red hot over knowing his wife was almost hypnotised by the meat standing strong between my legs.

The men shuffled beside each other in a line, pants, shorts and boxers restricting our movement against our ankles as we lined up. I was surprised that Amanda took control of leading the confirmed order of results.

I was first, definitely very proud of myself, next to me on my left stood Bobby followed by Anthony as he was the same length as Bobby but a lot thinner. It got a lot trickier from then with the wives now switching three of the men around, like they were playing to find the ball under, this was because poor Rahul was placed at the end.

After a lot more deliberating the woman agreed on Vish next after Anthony, then Sanjay with Parin pulling up before "little" Rahul.

Priya: "I didn't think dicks could be so different," thinking out loud.

Veena: "Well I'll know my husband's," with a strange confidence.

Seema: "Me too." Backing that confidence.

Beth: "Well of course, there's plenty of differences looking at them." Beth was not buying the comments thrown.

Seema: "I mean," she paused for a second, "even without looking I would be able to tell."

Raising the stakes of her own "me too" like she was playing poker.

Beth: "Really? Who else thinks the same?"

Beth was looking round the group of girls to the response of some hands partially raised and other nodding heads.

I'm sure Beth was horny with all these dicks out, waiting for action. Truthfully the Jungle juice had taken effect on all of us and she was just the first to act.

"Challenge accepted," Beth hollered.

Beth: "Ladies go grab a chair."

It was clear that Beth and Bobby were the enforcers of this group with everyone obeying their commands.

She had the wives set chairs on the soft lawn in a wide circle, spanning at least one and a half arms length apart.

Beth had requested that Kayla go get the eye masks she had brought with her to act as blindfolds. Kayla had planned to use them for a girls pampering afternoon the following day.

Beth: "This is how it goes. We'll sit in a circle and the men will randomly stand in front of us. They will then place their dicks into our hands, at which point we will only have 1 minute to inspect with our hands before responding MINE or NOT MINE. Let's really see if you know your man."

Vish steps in "I think a forfeit is required for anyone who gets it wrong." Vish was equally as confident about Veena as she herself was.

Beth: "Agree....like what?"

Vish: "A wrong answer gets a," Vish gives a small hesitation "gets a kiss."

Beth: "Oh..OK."

The group with mixed expressions nodded approval.

Vish jumped back in "On the head" looking down at his, standing to attention, penis.

Beth: "Ohhh.....right."

"Fuck no," Spat Sanjay.

Seema: "Don't worry baby. I've got this. You think I can't tell my man from another?"

That question seemed to shoot bullets from a smoking gun which hailed from an unknown past issue, shutting down Sanjay's protest.

Other than Sanjay the rest of the men seemed oddly okay with the forfeit. Like me, I guessed that we were sure our wives could tell us apart but equally hopefully that others would get it wrong, horny dogs, the lot of us.

The ladies, picking up on our assurance, also agreed on the forfeit.

To keep things fair, our wives' names were written on pieces of paper ripped from a notepad, placed into a bag and each husband would pick a name of who they would stand before.

We all agreed that a tap on the wife's shoulder would be the signal to begin and stop with a minute to analyse what's in their hand. They would then signal by raising their left hand for YES and right hand for NO.

The ladies took to their seats and placed the eye masks, makeshift blindfolds, on. Sitting at 12 o'clock was the birthday girl Kayla, followed clockwise by Reema then Beth, Seema, Priya, Amanda and Veena.

I went first, it was my wife's birthday party after all, picking Reema's name out of the rustling plastic bag. Rahul's eyes popped open on the revelation that his wife would soon be holding my big meat in her hand. This brought mixed feelings as Rahul was now very confident that his wife would know that it wasn't his dick in her hand but also he was feeling inadequate knowing it will be the dick, voted unanimously by all the women as the biggest, that she will be holding shortly.

I pointed to Rahul to pick, as it made sense that the husband of the wife who had been chosen should have the next choice.

His hand disappeared into the bag for literally a second before drawing out the slip of paper which had little Priya's name.

Parin showed no emotion about that. He just stepped forward, hand diving into the bag and revealed Veena's name.

Vish followed by picking Seema, he had a slight look of disappointment in that. Sanjay flashed Beth's name, Bobby had Amanda's in his hand. Leaving Anthony to pull out Kayla's name, it was then I awoke to the fact that my normally reserved wife would soon be having another man's cock in her hand. Weirdly I didn't have any jealous feelings about that thought.

Now that all names were picked, We walked slowly and quietly round the circle until we stood in front of our chosen wives, doing our best not to give anything away by the sounds of our walking.

Standing in front of Reema, I noticed how she fidgeted nervously knowing someone was standing before her.

Quite a few twitches and shuffling In seats could be seen all around.

This was it. We were doing this. Us men, exposed from the waist down and cocks hard at the ready, In front of each other's wives.

Setting my watch, which had a handy buzz feature to help notify me of when the minute was up. I took a deep breath, put three fingers in the air then two, one. We all tapped our chosen women on the shoulders simultaneously.

I watched as Reema's hand slowly raised. I lightly clamped her wrist between my thumb and finger, guiding her hand under my solid dick. Letting go at the same time lowering my meat into Reema's palm.

Reema's gasp followed by the closing of her fingers round my cock was amazing. Looking at her milky, slim, fingers wrapping itself around my dark chocolate rod got me more excited. With my wife just sitting a foot away from her best friend who has her hand around my cock and, oh my, I do believe that she is gently tugging it.....bonus.

Reema continued to stroke and tug until I felt the upsetting buzz on my wrist. The minute was over. My hand went up to the stop signal. Then we all gave a second tap on our ladies shoulders.

Beth excitedly piped up "ok girls yours or not?"

Right hands started shooting up in the air. Only Seema and Veena's hands had yet to decide.

Seema's right hand started to slowly raise and just before reaching the summit Veena's left hand went up.

"Well, are we right? Beth asked quizzingly under her mask.

"All but one." Bobby's response.

With this, masks are raised. At first, there are flutters of "oh's" and "ah's" as the wives now look at the penises standing in front of them all. The sisters (Reema and Seema) both again take another hold of their dicks, examining them like scientists taking notes.

Before Sanjay could say anything to his wife about the second grab, he and every other head, directed their gaze to Veena. As she was the only wife to get it wrong and knowing the forfeit stipulated by her own husband, we all knew what would need to happen next.

Veena looked at Parin's slightly jumping excited dick, then his face, then around the group "I don't really have to do this...do I?"

"That's the deal," Beth remarks, happily enjoying the irony in the fact that it was Veena's husband that threw in the forfeit.

With that Veena shot a, this is your fault, stare at Vish, who had a weird small smile while looking back at her, which confused Veena more as she turned back to face what would need to happen.

Veena was unaware that the smile Vish had was because Seema had yet to let go of Vish's dick and was stroking him while all this was going on.

Leaning forward a little, Veena puckered her lips together. Parin inches in closer and closer until Veena's lips make contact. We all thought it would be a small quick kiss, but our mouths and eyes, suddenly, opened in disbelief. As Veena's lips touch the tip of Parin's head, his hands shoot out, sculpting the back of her head holding it in place while simultaneously forcing his cock further through the parting mouth as half his dick disappears down Veena's throat.

We hear the gagging noise made from Veena before Parin pulls out.

"Now that's a kiss," Bobby sniggers.

"Round Two!" Shouted Vish, which surprised us all.

The men re-huddle, looking like a weird gangbang group with all our lower halves out as the women lower their masks back over their eyes.

As Vish had to witness his wife swallow another man's cock we agreed he should pick first this time.

Vish's hand is quickly in and out of the bag to show Priya's name and he is just as quick to move into position.

Parin draws Beth's name, Bobby has Veena. I continue the draw by picking buxom Amanda followed by Anthony picking Reema. Rahul takes Seema, which puts a worried look on his face. Sanjay lastly moves to stand before blindfolded Kayla.

My hand goes up with the three finger count down as we tap the shoulders again of the women before us.

Amanda didn't need any help finding me as her hand seemed to latch like a magnet and fondled my shaft. It was then I realised I had forgotten to start the clock.

It was also then I watched as the effect of the shots really started to turn on the woman.

Beth was first as I looked directly opposite to see Parin once again cradling, this time, Beth's head as she guided him into her mouth.

Bobby watched only to feel his prick moisten with Veena's lips engulfing it.

Rahul got his shock as Seema started sucking him off. Looking down at his wife's sister taking him in and he literally couldn't say anything as sound couldn't escape his mouth.

The sounds of cock sucking set the rest off with Kayla, Reema and even Amanda following. Only Priya seemed able to resist the urge that the others succumbed to, poor Vish. She did wrap both hands around Vish's dick and was doing good work, her arms pumping in a professional rhythm.

Amanda felt so good around my cock. Looking down watching my dark brown rod being swallowed by this white beauty. Her long cleavage line exposed Under her vest. Now was the best time to try something more daring.

I used my right hand to gently stroke the back of Amanda's head as she sucked away. My hand continues down her neck, moving onto Amanda's left shoulder. Repositioning my hand clockwise, fingers pointing down, I slide my hand down till the tips of my fingers reach the cotton material vest. I then buried my hand under both the vest and what felt like a lace bra. My palm covers her rock hard nipple and I start enjoying caressing Amanda's large boob.

It was time for another reconnaissance whilst I enjoyed Amanda. To my left, Bobby was stroking his dick in and out of Veena's drooling mouth. Sanjay had a wad of Kayla's hair balled up in his hand as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

I could see Anthony resting both his hands on Reema's shoulders looking very happy with his eyes closed, receiving head. That snapped me back as I quickly remembered it was HIS wife I'm currently fondling and who is doing a great job sucking the hell out of me.