Author's Note: I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everyone who has voted, taken the time to leave a comment or sent me an encouraging message about my stories. Thank you! I hope y'all enjoy this little tale that has been bouncing around inside of my head for a little while. All characters and events are fictional.
Of course this story includes sexually explicit material and is intended for adults, so if you are not at least 18 years of age or are offended by sexual material, well, you've been warned...for those that stick around, thank you for reading, feel free to comment and give feedback and please remember to vote!
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"The category is words," Jenn announced and gave everyone at the table a glimpse of her infectious smile. "And the word is...
aretaloger
. Aretaloger."
It was Saturday night...but not just any Saturday night. Tonight was the first Saturday of the month which meant game night for the three married couples. It was a tradition going back for the past three years and they all did their best to try and honor it. So far they'd been having a very enjoyable evening aided by delicious food, snacks and of course plenty of alcohol. They'd been at it for over two hours and with the exception of Lori, everyone had consumed just the right amount of beer or margaritas so that one of their favorite games, Beyond Balderdash, should be a lot of fun to play.
Lori was the first one to hand her completed slip of paper to Jenn who was 'the Dasher' for this round. The redhead palmed the folded piece of paper and winked at Lori before draining half of the rather strong margarita that sat in front of her. The blonde-haired Lori gave Jenn a polite smile in return and reflexively took a sip of her Diet Coke. She was the designated driver tonight. She absent-mindedly looked around the table, waiting for everyone else to finish.
In the seat to Lori's right was her husband Jon. He was busy writing, covering his work with his other hand so no one could see his answer. Next to him at the head of the table was their host Brit - short for Brittany but nobody who knew her ever called her that - who was scowling thoughtfully at the blank paper with the tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips, her tell that she was deep in thought. Right next to Brit was her husband Will. He handed his slip of paper to Jenn - the comparison of their hands looking comical. Will was a really big guy, dwarfing everyone else at the table, but he was also a complete teddy bear. Lori politely returned Will's good natured grin as her eyes moved on to Jenn who was finishing her drink and then on to the chair to Jenn's right at the other end of the table which was Jenn's husband Patrick. Patrick was handsome, easily the best looking guy in their group. He was also the funniest and most playful...and when he got drunk definitely the perviest. He handed his slip of paper to his wife, gave her a kiss on the cheek and then got up to go to the kitchen for another round.
Everyone finally finished up and turned in their slips of paper to Jenn as Patrick came back in the room with a tray full of cold beers and the pitcher of margaritas. As the group replenished glasses and accepted fresh bottles of Corona Extra, this turned into an excuse for a bathroom break as well. Will and Jon helped themselves to another sandwich from the platter in the kitchen and after fifteen minutes, the game was finally ready to resume with bladders emptied, stomachs full and a fresh round at hand. Jenn quickly sorted through the scraps of paper and read each one, making sure she could read everyone's handwriting so that she wouldn't stumble on any words. She shook her head a few times and chuckled at some of the definitions.
"Alright...the word is aretaloger," Jenn announced. She opened the first slip of paper and cleared her throat. "Aretaloger - when married women rub their nipples together."
All three men immediately busted out guffawing like adolescent boys. Jenn started laughing as well while Lori rolled her eyes. Brit giggled and slapped her husband playfully on the arm with a mumbled "you wish, big boy" and everybody had a good laugh.
"Aretaloger," Jenn opened the next slip of paper with a grin and read, "is the term used to define the art of MILFs giving each other naked massages."
Again, the three men hooted and howled and both Jenn and Brit rolled their eyes, but were tipsy enough that they couldn't help but laugh along with their spouses. Completely sober Lori didn't see nearly as much humor in the answer. Jenn opened the next slip of paper and waited on the men to settle down.
"Aretaloger," the redhead read aloud, "is the name of the tool archeologists use to brush away dirt from artifacts."
Everyone nodded in appreciation at that one and considered that it might be the actual definition.
"Aretaloger," the redhead read the next one, "term used to describe when a smoking...I tried, but I'm not reading the rest of this."
"Awww, c'mon," Patrick whined, giving it away that it was his. "You have to."
"Read it," Will bellowed in his deep voice and then bellowed it again in an even louder, deeper voice until his diminutive wife punched him in the gut.
"Just get it over with already," Brit told Jenn and then held her fist up to her large mate who cowered away from her. The both broke up laughing at each other and then the short, curvy brunette downed the last of her margarita.
"Fine," Jenn smiled sweetly and then kicked her husband in the shin under the table. Patrick yelped as she started reading again. "A term used to describe when a smoking hot redhead motorboats her friend's big, gigantic titties."
Jon ended up choking on his beer when he started laughing. He was laughing, coughing and slapping his hand down on the table which made Patrick and Will started laughing even harder. Brit started giggling as well which caused her large breasts to noticeably shake and jiggle which made Jenn start to laugh, too. Everyone at the table joined in on the laughter, except Lori who was finding all of the Sapphic sexual innuendo a little tiresome.
"Can we get to the last two definitions, please?" Lori asked when the laughter finally started subsiding.
"Aretaloger," Jenn tried to stifle her last few giggles as she nodded her obedience and read, "means the one who boasts about his or her own accomplishments."
"Aretaloger," the redhead repeated as without hesitation she flipped to the next slip of paper and read it aloud as well, "is the name of the Celtic god of apple trees."
"Wow," Brit nodded her head slowly. "Some of those are pretty good."
"I know," her husband agreed. "Motorboating? Come on, how creative is that?"
"Exactly," Patrick pointed his finger in agreement from across the table and a new round of chuckles started.
"That's all of them," Jenn announced over the boys' laughter with her pencil ready. She shuffled the papers back through and looked around the table.
"Can you run through them again?" Jon asked and then gave a sly look at Patrick before adding, "And please read them slowly."
Will and Patrick cheered and whistled as Jon laughed and held his arms up.
"Really, Jon?" his wife turned towards him with an expression that let everyone at the table know Jon had just taken up residence in her dog house.
"I'm just kidding," Jon dropped his arms. "Come on, hon - it's a game. We're just having fun."
