The first time...I honestly don't know how it happened. There were six of us. We're all in our late thirties, early forties. Myself (Ryan) and my wife Callie; Chuck and Susan; Brendan and Bucky (yes, Bucky's a girl). I guess there was a lot to drink. Some flirting, some dares, some clothes coming off.
I ended up on the couch with Bucky. Someone had turned out the lights, so I couldn't see what anyone else was doing. I was scared to death, and more excited than I'd ever been. And I didn't know what was permitted. I put the tip of my penis inside Bucky, for just a few seconds, then took it out. But I was already excited enough that within moments it was jerking uncontrollably and I came on her stomach.
Who was Callie with, and what did she do? Honestly...I don't know. Hard to believe? Well, it's true. We never talked about it.
We actually didn't talk about sex. We were married right out of college, and we'd been married for 17 years. I'd had a couple of sex partners before Callie, and I guess her experience was about the same. We'd been monogamous, and we had a good sex life. It may not have been wildly exciting, but it was warm and loving and satisfying, and I'd never thought of expanding our sexual horizons.
Until that night. Then I thought about it a lot, but we still didn't talk about it. Callie was pretty conservative, and she was also pretty shy. She had a sly sense of humor, but she tended to be quiet in groups, although she was warm, and people liked her.
I thought about it a lot, but I still couldn't imagine doing anything about it. The other two couples were good friends of ours, but we didn't see them all the time, and maybe after that night we were all a little nervous about getting together again. So it was a couple of months before we were all together, and this time there was a fourth couple, Mark and Joanna.
I should describe us a little bit, but I'm not going to bother with the guys, because i just don't care enough. We're all in decent shape, hair maybe a little thinning, maybe a couple of extra pounds. We all, have, in case you're wondering, pretty average size penises, no one undersized, but no horse cocks either.
Callie is brown haired and has an angelic face, like a Renaissance painting. She has firm breasts, 35C, and what I consider just about a perfect ass. She's 5'4", weighs about 110. Susan's blonde, plump, nice and rounded all over, wonderful tits and an ass that sways when she walks. Bucky is her opposite in every way. The shortest of the girls at just over 5 feet, she's tomboyish. Dark haired, freckled, lithe, small breasted, an impish grin that always suggests she's thinking about something secret. Joanna, new to the group, was 5'11", with a figure like a model and a kind of reserved personality. You couldn't tell what she was thinking.
Anyway, during dinner the girls started talking about how they liked to watch those TV shows where people have to decide which million-dollar house on the beach they're going to buy, and we all ended up in the rec room watching and passing a joint around and getting the giggles. Someone commented that these people were always deciding they couldn't buy this or that million dollar house because it didn't have crown molding or granite counter tops. Everyone cracked up over this, and someone suggested it could be a drinking game. Every time someone on TV mentions crown molding or granite counter tops, you take a drink. But no...they did it a lot, but not often enough to get a good buzz. Then came the quiet voice of my wife Callie.
"What about a fucking game?"
You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone turned and looked at her. She flashed that little sly smile of hers, and said, "Every time someone on TV says 'crown molding' or 'granite counter top,' someone here has to fuck someone else here."
That silence lasted agonizing moments longer, and suddenly everyone was talking at once. Don't forget we were all still high. And the first thing we knew, everyone was daring everyone else, and we were making up rules for the game. We took some playing cards, and wrote each person's name down on a card. We separated the men and the women, put the cards face down, shuffled them around and turned up one from each pile. The rule was that those cards would stay face up for ten minutes, and if neither of the secret phrases was said, those cards would go back down, and two new ones would be turned up.
The first cards up were Callie and the new guy, Mark. They looked at each other -- nervous, but smiling. They both looked like they didn't quite expect to be first, and maybe they weren't expecting it to really happen.
And it didn't. Ten minutes went by, and nobody on the TV said the words. Two more cards -- this time Bucky and Chuck. And again, nothing. Tension was rising in our living room, if not on the TV.
