"Oh come all ye faithful." Well there was certainly plenty of coming.
I was at your house for Christmas. Debbie was there with her new au pair. She was called Carole. She turned out to be French this time instead of German, which was good for me as the designated French speaker. She was very cute. About eighteen or nineteen. Small and slim with short black hair. She was nearly flat-chested. She wore loose jeans and baggy shirts most of the time, so she looked like a boy at first glance. Because her English wasn't very good she was quite shy, but speaking French she was more relaxed. I thought she was very fanciable and I have to confess that I had imagined what she might look like naked, her femininity revealed as her shapeless clothes fell to the floor.
Anyway, it was on Christmas Eve. I came into the kitchen and you and Debbie stopped talking and looked a bit guilty, like children caught red-handed. So I asked you what was up. Debbie said that she had not got me a Christmas present and she had had an idea what to give me but she had needed to discuss it with you.
"Don't you think Carole is sexy?" Debbie asked.
"Definitely. Just tie a bow round her and put her under the tree for me!" I replied.
"I'm afraid she's Debbie's au pair, not yours," you said.
"Well, then I'll tie a bow round her and put her under the tree for Debbie," I teased.
"That might be a nice present," said Debbie. "I think she is pretty sexy too. I'm not into women much but she is the sort I go for. A tom-boy toy-boy, I suppose. But anyway, what Karen and I were discussing is that we would let you fuck Carole as a Christmas present. And I'll do whatever I can to make it happen. Short of holding her down, of course. But there is a condition. Karen thinks it would be a big turnon to watch."
So then the three of us conspired about how we would make this happen. First we thought of crackers into which we could put forfeits, but that seemed too obvious and besides, we couldn't think of the other forfeits to put in other than Carole having to fuck me. So we decided that we would all play a game of strip-poker-dice later on, casually as if this was the sort of thing every family did on Christmas eve. Between us we could manipulate the dice so that we all ended up naked and Carole lost at the critical point.
Once the children were all upstairs in bed, we went through into your living room with a bottle of wine. Debby produced her dice.
"Let's play poker dice," she proposed.
"What will we use for stakes," I asked.
"Let's play strip-poker-dice," Debbie replied, "We can be adults tonight since the next few days will be dominated by all the children. Each time you lose you have to take off an article of clothing."
Carole seemed a little surprised, but she seemed intrigued. "D'accord. If I'd known this morning I'd have worn more clothes!"
We sat in a circle on the floor and the dice went round, different people winning but fairly evenly. Carole was down to a white T-shirt and white knickers, and from the points of her nipples visible through the white material she had no bra on. You and Debbie were down to bra and knickers. I was in a T-shirt and a thong. The game was starting to get interesting.
Debbie deliberately lost the next two rounds, so that Carole would not feel she was being set up if she were the first to be naked. I could feel your disapproval as I inspected your sister's naked body, a very different shape from yours. You knew I would be fascinated to see her cunt, but her legs were together so all that was visible was the triangle of dark red pubic hair.
Then you lost your bra and I lost my T-shirt. Finally Carole lost again and took off her T-shirt. She had tiny breasts but very large dark nipples. I felt my erection growing at the thought of kissing and stroking them. Carole lost the next round too and stood up to slip off her knickers. She was completely shaved, the deep furrow of her sex clearly revealed. Naked she was much less boyish, her femininess no longer hidden under her baggy clothes.
"What if one of you naked people loses now?" you asked innocently.
"How about that they have to masturbate for the rest of us," Debbie proposed.
You and I lost the next rounds so now all of us were completely naked. My erection was evident to everyone, you womens' level of excitement better hidden. There was a lot of sexual tension in the air.
The plan was for Carole to lose the next round but she managed to throw an improbable number of aces and so you unexpectedly lost.
You moved so you were leaning against the sofa and parted your legs. You reached down with your left hand and opened up the lips of your sex and started to stroke your clit with your right. I could tell that you were already pretty excited. I reached over and stroked your thigh lightly as you strummed on your clit. In no time you were coming.
Back on plan, Carole lost the next round. She spread her legs. She had a pretty cunt, small purple inner lips peeking out between the pale cushions of her outer lips. She reached down and pulled herself open, her prominent clit sticking out visibly. She started to stroke herself. As she got more excited she took longer strokes, her fingers sliding into her cunt, clearly soaking-wet, on each stroke. She reached up with her other hand and twisted her nipples hard. Her breathing got heavier and louder, and she was almost panting as she came.
"C'était très excitant," she said once she had her breath back. "I've never masturbated in front of an audience. Not even in front of my boyfriend."
The next round Carole lost again.
"Et maintenant?" she asked.
"You can have sex with whoever you choose," said Debbie, making up the rules as she went along. Finally I would get to fuck Carole and you would get to find out if it really was exciting to watch.
But Carole chose Debbie to everyone's surprise.
