My best friend Max has been talking my ear off lately wanted to know how Angela and I keep our sex life exciting. He's been married for about five years, and he's afraid his wife is getting bored.
I've been quite candid with him, telling him that Angie and I are never at a loss for excitement. Not only do Angie and I have frequent, passionate evenings of lovemaking, I told him; but we're also excited by the occasional wild evening of craziness – a partner swap, a bit of group sex, a wild game or two; that sort of thing.
Max was particularly intrigued by the idea of some kind of "adult game". Something that would give he and his wife Tracy the chance to dabble in a bit of wildness that wouldn't cross any lines (I think he was afraid I was going to fuck his wife) but might fuel some passionate lovemaking (in the privacy of his home) after the game ended.
I was only too happy to help arrange something. Tracy is certainly a looker at just over thirty – she's still got the body of an eighteen-year-old complete with the flat stomach she loves to show off, a deliciously-plump rack of nearly-flawless C-cup breasts an hourglass figure, and curls and curls of reddish-brown hair offset by her piercing blue eyes. Whether or not Max got what he wanted from her later, I was sure my wife and I would enjoy an evening of "adult entertainment" with the two of them.
I talked to Angela about it, and she was on-board. We picked a night, bought a few bottles of our current favorite Pinot Noir, and scheduled a little get-together with Max and Tracy.
Since we didn't know exactly where the night would lead, Angela decided to "plan for the best". She bought an incredible pink lace brassiere that accentuated her perky little B-cup breasts and a matching lace bikini that barely concealed her wisps of blonde hair, set into a little strip above her privates. She looked absolutely ravishing as I watched her dress for the evening – her long blonde hair pulled into a loose ponytail, her green eyes and pale skin simply glowing against her pink highlights. I was, I must confess, a little disappointed that she selected a pair of denim jeans and a printed tank top to complete her outfit. Sure, she looked gorgeous; but I would have preferred at that moment to cancel on Max and Tracy and slip her back out of those clothes.
I slipped into my favorite pair of jeans, a plain-white t-shirt, and a long-sleeve polo shirt I'm particularly fond of. Casual, sure; but my wife says I look my best that way.
I tried my hardest to keep my hands off of my wife in the thirty minutes while we waited for Max and Tracy, but it's pretty hard for me sometimes. She's the sexiest woman I've ever met, and I must confess I was fighting a growing bulge in my pants, just following her around the house trying to keep my hands on her ass. For her part, Angela was preparing herself to be the "good host", getting the wine opened, getting some glasses out, and setting out a bowl, some paper and some pencils for one of our favorite games. Max and Tracy arrived a few minutes later, and as I opened the door, I could already smell the "liquid courage" on Max's breath. As he leaned in to shake my hand, he said "Sorry we're late. We stopped for a drink."
Tracy and my wife have met a few times before so there was little awkwardness there. Angela offered Tracy a hug, and the two walked together toward the kitchen to get the wine.
Max and I stood at the door for a moment, watching our wives' asses as they danced away to the kitchen. I must confess Tracy was looking particularly nice this evening, with a strappy floral dress clinging perfectly to her curves. As a watched her squeezable ass bounce around the corner, Max leaned in to me.
"I'm kinda nervous, Drew."
I took a good look at Max, and could see some concern on his face. He's a handsome man, at 5'10", and he's certainly more athletic than I am. His pressed tan slacks and crisp short-sleeved shirt were a composed contrast to the nervousness of the man wearing them.
"Don't worry about a thing, Max." I reassured. "We're just here to have fun, right? You wanted to add some excitement to your marriage, and I think we can do that – but there's no pressure. Have a glass of wine, let's chat, and we'll see what happens, ok?"
I heard some giggling coming from the living room, so Max and I headed that way. Angela and Tracy were sitting one on the couch next to each other, so Max and I each plopped ourselves in one of the two chairs on either side of the couch.
There was some idle chitchat that I must confess I was not listening to as I stared at Tracy's knees. When she sat, her dress slid up sufficient to expose her naked knees and so I found myself staring at their smooth simplicity while my wife poured and distributed the wine, breaking the ice with the sort of inconsequential conversation that reminds us we're in good company.
As I took my first sip of wine, my wife slipped into her troop leader role and explained to us what she had in mind for the evening.
"Drew tells me that we're here tonight to get to know each other better, and I am strongly in favor of that. I've got a little 'getting to know you' game we like to play, if you guys are interested."
Max gulped his glass of wine and began pouring a refill. "Are we playing Truth or Dare, Angie?"
"Not exactly," my wife continued. "Though that's kind of how the game originated. We're going to play a game called 'Double Draw', and it works like this. We're each going to take ten strips of paper and write our own challenges on them – they can be questions, things like 'When and where did you lose your virginity?' or 'Who's the sexiest person you know and why?' – or they can be stunts, things like 'Show us your underwear' or 'French-kiss your spouse.'"
"Are there any rules?" Max interrupted.
"Well, Max; don't write anything down that you don't want to you or your wife to say or do. That's why we write the questions in advance. We're going to put them in the bowl, and on your turn you'll draw out two slips of paper, read them, choose one and put the other one back. Whatever challenge you choose, that's up to you."
"I gotcha," Max said. "So then I can put something in here like 'Give me a blowjob'"—
"MAX!", Tracy interrupted. "Behave."
"No, I'm just saying I could put something in here that nobody's gonna choose because you're always going to get two choices, right?"
Tracy smiled and immediately began writing on her first slip of paper. I could tell by her devilish grin that she was onboard – she was ready to have a night of silliness and sexiness. I picked up my paper and began writing a few of my favorite challenges onto my slips of paper.
As we filled up the bowl, Max filled up his wine glass again. I was worried that he might be getting a bit drunk, so I said, "Don't get yourself too limbered up there, Max. You don't want to get so drunk you end up choosing to give yourself a blowjob."
"Ha!", Max laughed; and took another sip of his wine.
After I'd completed my slips and deposited them in the bowl, I went and lit a couple of candles and put some background music on. My wife gave me a wink as I returned to my chair. She was tossing her last slip of paper into the bowl.
My wife stirred the papers together to try and ensure they were evenly distributed, then suggested that she or I start – to give Max and Tracy a chance to "warm up" to the game.
"Don't worry about me," Tracy piped in. "I used to play games like this all the time in college. I don't embarrass easily."
"Good to know," my wife said with a smile. "So it seems like Max is the one we've got worry about."
Max turned bright red. While he couldn't deny his nervousness, he was acutely uncomfortable that my wife had voiced it. "I'll start, how's that?" he said. Angie passed the bowl to him, and Max grabbed the first two slips of paper from the bowl. "OK," he said, depositing one slip back into the bowl. "What's your favorite thing your spouse does?" he read. "Tracy does this thing where she licks my—" he trailed off, and quickly took another sip of wine.
"Licks my--?" Tracy asked.
"Oh, you know, Tracy. You know what I'm talking about."
"Nose?" my wife cracked.
Tracy, my wife and I laughed, and Max's color moved a shade further into the red end of the spectrum.
"I'm sorry Max. I didn't mean to tease. You can say, 'Dick', you know. It won't be the first time I've heard the word."
"My wife does this thing where she licks just the end of my dick – sort of like a lollipop. It drives me wild, I mean really wild. It makes my whole body numb."
"Wow," my wife said turning toward Tracy. "Sounds fun." She smiled.
"One of those things I learned in college," Tracy said with a giggle. My wife laughed.
"Next." Max handed the bowl to Angela.
Angie drew two slips, smiled, and deposited one of them in the bowl. "Flash us," she read.
