The thing is, we had gone over there to play bridge. Yes, bridge. The same game old ladies play in the parlor on Sundays. I don't even know
how
to play bridge.
I remember when my wife, Anna, told me about it. "We don't have any friends," she said.
I didn't even look up from my book. "We have plenty of friends," I mumbled. "There's Steve, Nick, Andy... Janet, Lynn, Rebecca."
"No, I mean
couple
friends. It would be nice to hang out as a couple once in a while."
Anna had a new friend, Katherine, Kat for short. Kat had just moved into the neighborhood with her husband, Dan and their two year old. They were a nice enough couple. Kat was short, pretty, she liked to talk a lot. She had light blonde hair that she kept in a sexy suburban housewife bob. Her bangs kept falling in her face and she'd have to sweep them to the sides. Dan was a firefighter, a silent guy with big arms and a crew cut.
Now when I say Kat was pretty, I don't mean Anna wasn't. Anna was gorgeous. A perfect figure eight, curving from breasts to hips. She had long, dark hair, usually she wore it loose.
Once, we'd taken the kids over to play. Dan and I had stood in the kitchen, looking around and avoiding eye contact with beers in our hands. I'm not sure what the wives were talking about, but I'm sure it had to be bridge.
The bridge night, we were going casual. Anna was wearing black jeans and a blue shirt. I wore a brown button down and jeans. Nothing special.
Anna and I paid for the babysitter for the kids and let them use our house. That way, Dan and Kat's house would be quiet and kid free. Anna insisted on bringing a gift. We ended up with a bottle of Crown Royal because the convenience store down the street didn't have good wine. I would be damned if I were going to the liquor store to get the wine.
Dan and Kat's house was straight forward. It was a one story ranch with a wide, sweeping living room. They had a long, black leather couch that curved around the wall.
Behind the living room was the kitchen and the kitchen table. They had set up a card table in the living room and had drinks out on the table. Anna slipped off her shoes, walking across the carpet in her bare feet.
Kat was wearing tan capris, and a white shirt that was unbuttoned. She was wearing a blue sports bra underneath. Her feet were bare, too, her toenails a pretty shade of red. Dan had jeans and a white T shirt.
From the look of it, we were just two suburban couples getting together for cards.
We sat in their living room for a while, the women drinking wine. Dan and I had a few beers.
I don't know if you've ever played bridge, but it's a hard game. There's a lot of thinking, planning, and rules; none of which went well with beer and the hazy buzz that fell over us. Before long, trying to keep up was like running through quicksand. We drank and played for a few hours before everything started to fall apart.
It was 9 o'clock and the party was going to end.
Anna wouldn't have it. "Come on, guys, you know how hard it is the get the sitter. Let's just do something else."
Dan took out the bottle of Crown. "How about a few shots?"
We started playing quarters, trying to bounce a quarter from the table into the shot glass. When we did, we could order some one to drink. I worked on Kat, and Dan on Anna. Soon, they were getting tipsy. I was feeling pretty good myself, I had a good, warm buzz.
"Quarters is fun, but at this rate, I'll be shit faced," Anna said. "Can't be play a board game or something?"
Kat looked at Dan. "Well, we do have a game, but it might be a little risquΓ©."
Anna shrugged. "We're adults here. What is it? Dirty Pictionary?"
Kat smiled. "Well, it's called 'No Limits.'"
I'd never heard of it, and neither had Anna. This is when I began to see that Kat and Dan had something going on, but Anna and I couldn't see it yet.
Anna smiled. "Sounds like fun! How do you play?"
Kat looked at Dan, who was smiling. He went into their bedroom and came back with the game in a shiny black box. The word "No Limits" was stenciled across it in bold, hot pink letters.
Kat put her hand on Anna's arm. "Now don't freak out. It's kind of like truth or dare, but without the truth. We play in teams, so you two are one team and Dan and I are the other. You just roll a die, move your piece, and draw a card. You decide if you're going to do what the card says. If you decide to do it, then the second person decides if they'll go along."
"What if I don't want to do what the card says?"
My answer was a smack on the table as Dan put down a small wooden paddle. It had a short handle, and a long, rubbery face. "You get spanked. Four times."
I looked at Anna and she looked at me. She was tipsy, with a goofy smile. "Sounds like fun," she said. "Doesn't it sound like fun, honey?"
"You can quit at any time," Kat suggested.
I shrugged. "All right," I said.
Kat set up the board and divided the pieces. She went first, and drew a card.
"Kiss your partner," she read. "See? Easy. I'll do it. Dan?"
"Of course I'll kiss you, love." Kat turned and gave Dan a kiss on the lips, pressing her lips against his.
"See? Easy," Kat said.
Dan went next. "Tell your partner something you like about her. Kat, you have great tits," he grabbed at her breasts. Kat laughed, slapping his hand away.
It was my turn. "Nibble your partner's ear," I read.
"Anna," Kat asked, "Will you let John nibble your ear?"
"It's not bad," I suggested.
"No helping," Kat warned. "Next time, you get spanked."
"Yes," Anna said, displaying her ear. "Nibble me, you scamp!" I took her ear in my mouth, nibbling at it. Kat and Dan were watching, smiling.
Anna went next. "Remove an article of clothing," she said. "I already took my shoes off. It's not fair."
"Let's count the shoes," Dan said.
Now it was Kat's turn. "Remove any piece of clothing." Without a word, she slipped off her shirt. Her shoulders were smooth and white, perfectly bare. She leaned forward, her breasts tight against the bra. "Dan?"
Dan took his turn. "Remove a piece of your partner's clothing."
Anna started to laugh. I could feel a swell in my groin, and suddenly the air became very clear. I could see Kat sharply, her lower lip twisted in her teeth, the dark roots of her hair.
Dan had a grin on his face. "I'm game."
Kat looked at Anna, with a wink. "Me, too." She held up her arms. Dan pulled the sports bra off. Kat's nipples were standing perfectly erect like tiny pink soldiers. They were small, pert, like her breasts. I wondered what they would feel like under my tongue, between my teeth.
She got up. "Can I get anyone a drink?"
We all took her up on it. She brought us a fresh round of beers, wines, and shots of Crown. She came back with the drinks on a tray, framed by her stunning breasts. I took my drink, and as I did, she turned, brushing her nipple across the back of my hand.
"To new friends," Dan said, raising the shot glass.
"To new friends," we said. We turned our shot glasses down on the table. I couldn't stop staring at Kat's breasts. To make up for it, I put a hand on Anna's thigh. She squeezed my knee under the table.
"Are you alright with this?" I whispered.
"I'm fine," she whispered back.
It was my turn again. I went, drawing my card.
My heart started pounding. I could feel my erection pressing against the pull of my jeans, my cock swelling. "It says," I coughed. "Remove an article of clothing from... the opposite sex of the opposite team... Kat."
I looked at Kat. Her eyes were cool and steady, not wavering. She had a faint smile on her face. I looked at Anna.
"Anna?"
"No asking," Dan said.
Kat took the paddle in her hand. "Come here, stud."
Sheepishly, I looked at Anna. "You brought this one yourself," she said.
I walked over to Kat. Kat grabbed my ass. "Nice," she said. "Take your pants down."
I fumbled for my belt, undoing the buckle. I unbuttoned the button, pulling down my zipper. I took my pants down midway. Kat pushed me over the table, exposing my ass. She rubbed my ass with her hand, then brought down the paddle. Her breasts wiggled as it smacked, the blow pushing my hard cock into the table. I made a sound.