This story contains group sex involving a married couple, as well as mild incest. If this offends you then do not proceed.
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"Not at all?....Yes, I understand it's a safety issue...yes but...yes, yes but...but we prepaid. I expect a full refund...okay...right, fine."
Ashley ended the call and shoved his mobile into his pocket. He walked back into the living room, ducking under the helium balloons that had started to slowly descend.
"Any luck?" Steph asked.
"They won't come out until the morning. Apparently the roads are blocked so all their taxis are off the road. They've agreed to a refund though."
"That's alright then, plenty more drinking to be had," Jason said as he emptied yet another can into his beer glass.
Ashley settled down on the floor, a cushion propping him up next to the coffee table. Jason was to his left, sitting with his back to the fire. He was a few years older than Ashley, in his late thirties, and was trying to play the considerate host as they celebrated his girlfriend's new job. It wasn't the party that had been planned for Zoë. The snow had meant that barely anyone had shown up and so it had turned into a quiet night of drinking and conversation.
Opposite Ashley, Zoë sat in an armchair and sipped a cocktail. She wore a long red dress that covered her small chest but had a slit along the side to expose her slender legs. Ashley felt his eyes constantly wandering to the exposed skin but he had to stop himself from looking in case his wife Steph got annoyed. She was sat on the sofa, her black dress just above her knees but showing a lot of her ample cleavage.
At that moment, she was too busy laughing at one of Rob's jokes. He was the charming boss of the firm and seemed to be liked by everyone. Despite his obvious flirting with Steph and Zoë, Ashley still found himself warming to Rob. That may have been due to the presence of Warren, who seemed to be moving around the room latching onto them one by one.
"The thing about brandy is, it's a connoisseur's drink," he said as he sat between Ashley and Jason and poured himself a large glass. "It's not like beer or cocktails where the point is to get drunk. This is about savouring the flavours."
"Is that right?" Ashley answered.
"It certainly is," Warren replied before downing the glass in two gulps. "Hey, Zoë, go get everyone another drink. It's time we played a game."
"Do people want to?" Zoë asked.
There was a general murmuring of agreement until Rob answered for the group. "It could be good fun. I'll give you a hand with the drinks."
"Okay Uncle Warren," Zoë said. "We'll play a game."
As she got out of the chair, Ashley was convinced he caught a glimpse of her white underwear. His heart skipped a beat and he guiltily looked to Steph. She was too preoccupied finishing her own drink off to notice.
When Zoë and Rob returned, everyone had a full drink and there were bottles on the table to refill when necessary. They listened to Warren try and explain the rules. Ashley tried to move away from him. Warren was in his forties but tried to appear younger. He had messy hair like a surfer and wore a checked shirt over jeans. He was slightly menacing but his muscles were hidden under a layer of fat.
"I think we've got it," said Rob. "Someone says I have never...and if you have you drink."
"Exactly!" Warren banged his glass on the table.
The game proceeded and was fairly tame to begin with. Most of the things suggested were to do with drinking or work. Zoë had to explain when she'd lied to her boss whilst Ashley had to tell about the time he'd woken up in a hedge. It was Warren who changed the tone.
"I have never had sex outdoors," he said and drank.
Ashley, Steph and Rob all drank. So did Zoë, reluctantly.
"I've done it on a beach, in a car park, everywhere," Warren boasted.
"We did it in some woods on holiday," Steph admitted.
"I used go backpacking with my wife so we did it everywhere we could," Rob laughed.
"What about you, Zoë?" Ashley asked.
"Wait a minute," Warren interrupted, "Jason didn't drink."
There were mock "oohs" from everyone as they waited to hear Zoë's explanation. She shifted uneasily in her seat, giving Ashley another glimpse of her knickers.
"It was with my ex-boyfriend. Well, obviously. We had sex in a park."
"At night?" Rob asked.
"No, in the day."
"Weren't there people around?" Steph asked.
Zoë was getting redder in the face. "This teenage boy spotted us so we had to stop. He ran off."
"I bet he saved that one into the wank bank," Warren said and nudged Ashley.
It was Ashley's turn to ask a question. He tried to judge the mood and thought he could get away with another mention of sex.
"Following on from that then, I have never had sex in a room where there were other people."
"Does that include the person you're having sex with?" Rob asked and everyone laughed.
"You know what I mean," Ashley answered.
Warren drank, as usual. As did Rob and Ashley.
"Who have you done that with?" Steph questioned Ashley.
"You!" She looked confused. "Zurich."
"Oh yeah, the hostel. Does that count when they weren't actually watching?"
"Yes, drink" Warren shouted.
She drank and Rob told them that he had also done it in hostels with his wife. It was Rob's turn and he had a glint in his eye.
"I have never had, or given," he pointed to the girls, "a lap dance."
Rob drank and so did Warren but the others shook their heads.
"You've never had one?" Rob asked.
"No," Ashley replied.
"Everyone's been to a lap dancing club," said Warren.
"Doesn't appeal to me," said Ashley.
"Me either," Jason slurred.
"You don't have to go to one. You've got partners," said Rob. "I can't believe you haven't given them a lap dance," he said to Steph and Zoë.
"I didn't know he wanted one," Zoë said.
Warren laughed. "Course he does! Every guy does."
"Exactly," Jason said.
"I can't do it now, can I?"
"Why not? Go on, make his dreams come true," Warren teased. "He could sit in the chair."
"I'm not getting naked in front of you guys," Zoë said and folded her arms.
"Neither am I," said Steph adamantly.
Ashley was shocked. No one had suggested she do it but clearly it was on her mind.
"Obviously you don't need to get naked," Rob assured her. "Just give him a fun dance in your clothes."
There was a strange shift in the atmosphere. Even though it was supposedly in fun, a silence fell across the group. Only the music from the stereo, playing at a low volume, could be heard as Jason sat in the armchair. Zoë's movements were awkward and she avoided eye contact with everyone. She started to shake her hips slowly, moving them from side to side. She bent over Jason and then turned away, bending away from him before lowering herself onto his lap. Her dress had fallen across her leg so that it was exposed right up to her hip. Everyone was entranced as they watched the reluctant young woman grow in confidence. Her movements were still slow and sensual but became more purposeful. Each time she pushed her hips down into Jason's lap he let out an audible groan. His hands were wandering up and down her sides. Zoë stood and turned, Jason's hand caught beneath the slit of her dress, it pulled the material to the side and gave everyone a clear view of her white knickers as she lowered herself to her knees. She ran her hands up his legs, tightening his trousers and outlining his erection. Then she pushed herself away.
"Does that mean we can both drink?" Zoë broke the silence.
"Damn right you can, girl," Warren said.
Zoë sat on the floor between Jason's legs. They both sipped their drinks but everyone's attention was still on them. Zoë looked to Steph.
"Your turn."
Ashley looked at his wife. She was the kind of woman to join in with jokes and games but she lacked sexual confidence. He could tell that she was looking for an excuse.
"It's alright if..."
"I'll do it," she interrupted him and stood.
"You can sit here," Rob motioned to the empty space on the sofa that Steph had left.
Ashley stepped over Rob's legs and sat himself on the sofa. He didn't know wear to put his hands and opted to rest one on the arm and the other on his jeans. He looked around the room but all eyes were on Steph. She took a deep breath, getting up the courage to begin, then she started to move.
She stood between his legs, echoing the movements of Zoë. Her hips moved from one side to the other as she sank lower before rising up, lifting her hands along her body and over her breasts. Ashley saw that her eyes were closed and it soon dawned on him that she was losing herself in the music. She leaned over him, rubbing her breasts down his body, pushing her arse out behind her. Then she turned, pushing back onto his quickly hardening cock. As she leaned away from him, Ashley saw Jason and Warren both staring down the top of her dress.
As the dance continued, Ashley felt his cock straining at the fly of his jeans. Zoë leaned back onto him, grinding against his crotch. Her legs had spread and Ashley caught a glimpse of Rob's hand on her thigh. As she lifted off him, Ashley realised that Warren had shifted position so that he had been staring up her dress.
Steph picked her wine up and downed the glass. After refilling it, she sank onto the sofa between Ashley and Rob. Ashley tried to calm himself down but he was so turned on that all he could think of was fucking his wife.
"It's your go," Warren said to Steph.
Ashley waited in anticipation at what Steph would do. If she changed the topic away from sex then it would be clear that she'd had enough. After what seemed like minutes, she spoke.
"I have never spanked or been spanked as an adult" She sipped her drink, as did Warren, Ashley and Jason.
"So it's just Zoë and Rob. Let's see how much they want a drink," Warren said.
Rob raised an eyebrow to Zoë, who didn't object. Instead she looked back to Jason who looked uncomfortable.
"I'm sure Jason won't mind," Warren said. "Will you?"
Jason hesitated. It was clear he was against it but he daren't go against Warren. He gave an awkward nod.
Unsure of what to do, both Rob and Zoë remained still. It was Warren who stood and took control. He walked over to Zoë and lifted her by her arm, pulling her so that she stood in front of Rob. Then Warren pushed her to her knees and bent her over the table. It was almost as though she was under his spell, they all were. He stood over her head, his back to the fire, watching as Rob moved off the sofa to kneel at her side.
He raised his hand, looking to Jason for a final approval. Jason made no objection and so Rob brought his hand down.
SMACK
It his Zoë's arse.
SMACK
It was a dull sound.
SMACK
The material acted as padding.
SMACK
Warren leaned over Zoë. No one made any move to stop him as he grabbed the slit and hauled it across to expose her underwear. A pair of plain white knickers was all that stood between Rob's hand and the skin of her arse.
SMACK!
Zoë moaned.
SMACK!
Ashley saw Steph was engrossed in the spanking.
SMACK!
"That's it, spank her hard," Warren ordered.
