"I can barely remember most of last night," my beautiful wife confessed as she squinted against the light coming into our bedroom from the window, "Did I embarrass myself?"
"I guess that depends on your definition of embarrassment," I said, giving Jolee a kiss on the forehead as she snuggled into my side. I knew she remembered everything and just was playing coy, so I went with it. "You didn't embarrass me, but you did surprise me."
Jolee and I are both in our early thirties and have been married eleven years with a twelve-year-old son, Chase. When you talk about marrying up, I definitely did. I've yet to see a real-life woman in heels that had nicer looking legs than my five-foot-ten wife. Pair that with a tanned body that exercises everyday, 32C breasts that are just starting to sag, long curly light brown hair with blond streaks, and the prettiest face you'd ever see with full lips and piercing blue eyes -- that was my wife. Best of all, the inside was nicer than the outside.
How did a mechanic with a balding dad body score that? First, I was in shape back in the day. Second, I still had no clue how she went out with me in the first place. I often bragged that she was really drunk and had no clue how ordinary I looked when she took me back to her apartment. However, the morning sex after was so good, she decided to stay with me. Over the years, Jolee has whispered in my ear a few times as I told the story that the morning sex part was true.
"I remember passing the joint and playing cards, then its like flashes or maybe it's dreams." Jolee felt her face and smelt her fingers. She was really selling the 'can't remember' shtick. "Did I do anything to upset you?"
"No, Hun. I was surprised, but not upset. Briefly jealous at one point, but it faded fast." I kissed her lips lightly.
Jolee pushed his face away. "You taste like pussy... mixed with morning breath."
"So do you... among other things," I replied with a smirk.
"Did I do something to upset anyone last night? Didn't Greg leave?"
I was starting to wonder maybe it wasn't an act and that she really didn't remember everything. She was fairly drunk and stoned, but I didn't think to the point of blacking out.
"It was fine... maybe just catch some more sleep. I'll be back. Just going to take a piss." I kissed her forehead, and climbed out of bed naked. Normally, I would go commando to the shower down the hall, but I had no idea what was waiting outside our bedroom door. I grabbed a robe and grinned like the Cheshire Cat thinking back on the wild night before.
It had been while since we had a good-old-fashioned adult night. Greg and Debbie were a couple that we've been friends with for a few years. Greg was around our age, but Debbie was in her mid-twenties. They had a five-year-old daughter, Molly, who adored Chase. He'd already babysat her a few times, so Debbie thought it was a great idea when Jolee suggested letting Chase watch her overnight. Molly would be sleeping by the time he got there, so it was just looking after her the few hours in the morning before her parents sobered up and returned. This also meant Chase's queen-sized bed was available for Greg and Debbie to crash in.
It initially was supposed to be just the four of us, drinking and playing party games, but Jolee's cousin-in-law (younger sister of her brother's wife) Faith, talked her way into the party. She was around Debbie's age and lived with her boyfriend, who did shiftwork as an EMT. He was working and she was looking for something fun to do. Jolee convinced me, while giving me a handjob in the shower. Besides, we did have plenty of couches for her to pass out on. Faith was not the type to do anything half-ass. I'm sure she's never stopped drinking until she either passed out or fucked someone in her life.
The night started fairly slow. Like me, Greg and Debbie are fairly quiet and the loud presence of Faith made them even more introverted to start. As the wine and beer flowed, things became more relaxed and adult charades was a hit.
Seeing curvy Debbie with her D-cups in a low-cut dress bounce on a stool to mime 'reverse cowgirl' was a treat. I think I smiled too much as I watched, prompting Jolee to poke me with her elbow and wink.
My wife certainly was dressed to impress that night. A shorter tight fitting skirt, with thigh high stocking, heels, and a blouse undone enough to accent her cleavage.
Faith, contrasting to the others, wore jeans and a t-shirt. She was tall and as pretty as Jolee, but a very lithe figure. Not surprising, the most common pick-up line guys used on her was asking if she was a model. She actually was in high school, but quit once she started working fulltime as a nurse.
After the risqué game of charades, Faith brought out the joints. I never partake, and thought Jolee didn't either, but all the ladies took a hit as we just sat on couches in our den. It was clear that nobody was feeling any pain at that point. The girls were drunk, stoned, and having a ball.
"What now," asked Debbie.
"Truth or dare!" said Faith.
"Please, what are we twelve?" said Jolee, "Hey, I got an idea for a game for the guy's to play!"
Jolee had the other women follow her into the other room. I shrugged to Greg as there was plenty of whispering and giggles.
The women returned about fifteen minutes later. Jolee was carrying a pot and Faith had some of my poker chips.
"Okay, if the husband's are willing, this is kinda like adult balderdash. You each start with four chips. In here..." Jolee held up the pot. "Are comments about us -- sometimes just one, sometimes two, sometimes all three. You have to guess who it is. If the person you guess says you're right, you get a chip. They say you're wrong, you lose a chip. Regardless of their answer, you can ask them to prove it -- call the bluff so to speak. If the proof supports your guess -- or they refuse to display the proof -- you get two chips. However, if it doesn't, you lose two chips. Games over when both of you run out of chips or we run out of strips of paper."
"What does the winner get?" asked Greg, looking at me. I'm sure he was thinking the same as me. After turning down Truth or Dare, it was obvious what 'display the proof' could entail. Were we comfortable with the other possibly seeing the other's wife naked?
"A blowjob from me," said Faith, which prompted Jolee to slap her.
"The real prize is a three-hundred dollar gift-card to La Grill paid for by the losing couples," said Debbie.
"Couples?" I said.
"Yes, in event of you two tying or both, losing your chips, I win," said Faith, "long shot, but I'm good with the odds."
"Whoa, so we can just keep picking our wife and she can keep agreeing," said Greg.
"Yes, we thought of that, dear," said Debbie, "If the person drawing the paper picks his own wife, the other can ask for proof. The difference is, if it's true, the chooser still gets his chips, but the other loses chips. And vise-versa."
"So we keep going until both out of chips or out of paper slips?" I asked, "So if one runs out right away..."
"We thought of that," Jolee said, "You can buy back in -- only if you run out and you only get one chip. First time is all your clothes but your underwear. Second time is your underwear. Doubt there will be a third."
"Are you done questioning rules like stick-in-the-muds, or are we playing?" Faith said.
"One condition, either of us..." I pointed to me and Greg, "Can forfeit the proof of our wives as well. I don't want anything that both spouses aren't comfortable with."
"What do think's going to happen, Sean?" laughed Faith. "Already told Mike and he is pumped to go for dinner."
We flipped a coin, and Greg had first go. The girls insisted on drawing right from the top, not ones underneath. I had a feeling the challenges got worse.
He drew the paper and read, "Has a toe-ring. Has to be Faith."
Smirking she shook her head. Shrugging he put a chip into the pot.
I noticed both Debbie and my wife were wearing open-toe shoes and Faith had socks on. I was starting to like my chances. I drew. "Has a tattoo on shoulder. I know this is 'also' Faith." I've seen my wife's cousin in a bikini or tank-top at several family events.
Faith nodded and was about to hand me a chip.
"Wait," I said, "prove it."
I glanced at Jolee who was smirking. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra and would need to pull her shirt right up to prove it. I figured she'd give a little tease as she showed her bare back. I was right; she turned so she was facing neither Greg nor I and did a slow raise until the flower on her shoulder was visible. As she lowered her shirt, she turned around and showed some under boob. I gladly accepted my two chips.
I was thinking this wasn't going to be as bad as I thought. Greg drew the next one and his face lit up. "Has a waxed landing-strip."
I knew this was Jolee. I was pretty sure Faith was bare, and if I was Greg, I'd pick the competition's wife. Hope that either of us would forfeit when asked for proof.
"Have to go with... Jolee."
Jolee's face went beet-red and she nodded.
Greg looked right at me, raising an eyebrow as he said, "Prove it."
Jolee looked at me, as she was waiting for me to stop it. When I didn't, she smiled and walked close to Greg, who looked like Christmas came early. She raised her skirt up, exposing the top of her black stockings, garters, and matching lace panties. As she held her skirt up, I could see she was pulling her panties to the side, but had no idea how much she was showing. I did admire how her ass looked from behind.
"Ha, as you can see from the stubble and ingrown hair, mine is shaved not waxed. Down two chips." Jolee purred.
"You bitch, you baited him," said Debbie.
"All's fair, love," Jolee said with a giggle.
Greg had a look that he wasn't disappointed about losing that round.
I drew the next card. "Can lick her own nipples? Sorry, definitely not Faith..." I knew my wife could barely reach with her tongue, but knew Debbie definitely would be able to. "Have to go with Debbie."
"Forfeit," said Greg loudly.
"Honey, it's okay... that's your last chip," Debbie said.
"I'll buy in for another," Greg said already taking off his shirt. I have to admit, while he wasn't as muscular as I was, he was fitter. At least for women going for the scrawny guy who happened to have washboard abs.
"She didn't even answer, yet," I said.
"Yeah, yeah... Fine, I'm not as comfortable as you..." Greg said drawing a card. This one, he stared for a moment stunned.
"Read it, or are you conceding already?" said Faith.
Greg looked at his wife. "They get worse, don't they? Are you sure?"
Debbie shrugged. "I am if you are. Or concede."
