Note from Slick: Please read Midnight Bowling Ch. 01 to get up to speed. All rights reserved.
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Allan and Betsy went bowling twice that week to improve their skills and by Saturday their games were on. On their way to the bowling alley at 11:45PM she clutched his hand. "God, I'm so nervous. I wonder who we will bowl."
Allan too was nervous. They parked their car and saw some other people leaving the lanes. When they walked in Carol was waiting for them.
"So you made it," Carol smiled. "We were hoping that you didn't chicken out."
"The night is young," Betsy said nervously. "Is everyone here?" She looked around at the empty lanes.
"Yes, they are in the lounge. We take a few minutes for introductions when new members join us."
They followed Alice to the desk for shoes, to pay and then into the lounge. They saw Mathew and Alice and waved. "Hello," Betsy smiled.
"I'm glad you two joined," Mathew smiled and shook Allan's hand. They had played on the same church softball team a few years back. Carol then introduced them to Irene and Charles who were older. Amy and Rich were a lot younger probably in their mid-twenties and the last couple, John and Mary, were about the same age and were black. Allan and Betsy had not thought about the possibility of soft-swinging with a black couple.
They all talked for another ten minutes before Carol pulled out the schedule. As luck would have it Allan and Betsy were bowling against Alice and Mathew.
"Good," Alice smiled as they all walked towards the lanes. "We were hoping to bowl against you first."
"Us too," Allan smiled while watching Alice's cute little butt wiggling away from him.
After picking out their house balls they moved to their assigned lanes and noticed the three matches were very far apart. "Why aren't we close together?" Betsy asked Alice.
"There will be some intimate stuff going on and we feel it's better to not be so close."
Allan saw the man behind the counter move behind the pin machines figuring that he would be hidden but knew that he would also be peeking. "Would you go over the rules again?"
"Sure," Mathew grinned. He had not been able to keep his eyes off of Betsy's boobs since she arrived. "We play three games and the team that wins the most games will get to tell the other couple what to do when we go into the lounge."
Betsy asked, "How long does that last?"
Alice giggled. "As long as the two couples want it to last. We just have to be out of here by 9:00AM the next morning."
Allan glanced at Betsy and smiled. "What about the strikes?"
"Oh yeah, if you get a strike during a frame you can ask the player of the opposite team to do a dare."
"How long is the dare?" Allan asked.
"Until the person bowling the strike bowls again."
"Bob told me about the five strike rule," Allan grinned wondering if Mathew was a good bowler. He had a nice hook ball during the warm-ups.
"Right."
"And there are no exposed body parts right?" Betsy asked.
"Not while we are bowling," Alice answered.
"Are you ready?" Mathew asked.
"Ready?" Allan asked his wife. There would be no turning back.
She gulped. "Yes."
*****
First game
Alice went first and got five pins and finished with nine. Next was Betsy who almost threw a gutter ball but managed to take off the ten pin. She threw again and picked up a spare. "YES!" She screamed.
Mathew threw a nice ball in the pocket and got a standing ten pin. He missed it and then Allan got a spare.
"You guys have been practicing," Alice whispered to Betsy on her way to bowl.
Only opens and spares were made until the fourth frame when Mathew's ball took them all down. He turned and smiled at Betsy.
"Oh God, what is my dare?" She asked.
Mathew sat down and motioned for her to come to him. When she stood before him he pulled her down onto his lap. "How about giving me your hottest kiss?"' Alice had told him about what a good kisser she was.
Betsy turned and looked at her husband for permission. "Go ahead," Allan smiled. He had already seen her kissing and rubbing against Bob so it wouldn't be that much a shock.
Betsy turned and faced the handsome man and leaned forward until their lips touched. Her eyes closed as she waited for his tongue to come to her but it didn't. She realized that she was supposed to give him her hottest kisses which meant she had to be the aggressor. Her tongue eased out and licked over his lower lip. She tasted the beer that he had been drinking and then moved between his teeth until she found his tongue.
Alice moved next to Allan. "You're up." Allan quickly bowled and got a spare. He returned to see his wife's mouth moving around and around.
Alice stood. "They are going to be doing that until Mathew bowls again so I might as well go."
Betsy had forgotten all about bowling and was sucking on this man's tongue when someone tapped her on her shoulder.
"You're up," Alice giggled.
"Oh," Betsy blushed as she moved off of Mathew's lap and peeked down at the hard-on that had been pushing up against her butt. He was not as big as Allan but it didn't matter. She hurried to the lane and got a 7-10 split. "Shit!"
They all laughed and after she made the 7 pin Mathew stood and moved past her. Allan tried his best to get a strike but kept getting nine pins. It was Betsy who got the next strike. "HOORAY!" She ran back and hugged her husband before turning to Mathew. "Now it's your turn to give me your hottest kiss."
"After I bowl," Mathew grinned. He got a big split and missed before turning and standing in front of her. "Sitting or standing?"
"Oh God," Betsy thought. If they stood their fronts would be pressed together. "Standing."
It was Allan's turn to bowl but he waited and watched his wife's soft breasts press into another man. Mathew's bulge jabbed into her soft belly as their open lips again came together. Their mouths were open enough for him to see the tongues mixing and twisting together.
"Take your time and get a strike," Alice whispered. She wanted some action too.
Allan focused on the small mark on the lanes and his follow-through. He looked up as the ball moved across the head pin and smacked the Brooklyn side. Nine pins fell and the five pin spun around and around until it fell. "STRIKE BABY!"
"ALRIGHT!" Alice screamed. She ran up to him and pressed her body into his. "Think of something nasty while I bowl."
Betsy and Mathew continued to french and rub their stomachs together. Their hands moved up and their backs but not lower over their butts. They heard the screams knowing that Allan had stuck but didn't break their hold. By the time Alice was finished bowling both Mathew and she were breathing heavily.
"Wow," Betsy gasped as she moved away from Mathew. "I haven't kissed like that in years."
"Very nice," Allan grinned with open arms for Alice.
"Sitting, standing or lying?" She giggled.
"Lying?" Allan repeated while looking around. "Where?"
"On the carpet back there," Alice pointed to the carpeted area behind the seats.
"Lying of course." He followed her to the carpet.
"It might be best if you were on the bottom," she giggled. She waited until he was on his back before gliding down on top of him. She opened her legs and pressed her pussy mound down against the large tent in his jeans.
Alice too was a great kisser and with her lower body rubbing quickly had Allan ready to cum. He pulled his lips from hers and pressed down on her lower back to stop her grinding motion. "We better stop."
"Let's just kiss," she giggled before jabbing her small but sharp tongue back down his throat.
"Uh....you're up," Betsy said as she kicked her husband's foot. "Now get serious because we need to win this first game."
Allan stood and knew that his hard-on was pressing outward but didn't care. He looked at the score in the eighth frame and saw that they were about 10 points behind. "I'll do my best."
All eyes watched him release the ball and watched the ball split the head pin. It looked like a 7-10 split until both tumbled over into the gutter. "A STRIKE!"
"Shit," Mathew mumbled. He wanted to win the first one.
"Hold that thought until I return," Alice giggled. She moved to the lane, picked up her ball and leaned forward. When she bent at the waist her shirt popped upward and hey saw the thin red straps of her thong.
"I need to get some new undies," Betsy whispered to Allan.
Alice's ball also hit the headpin but the 7 and 10 didn't fall. Either did the 4 and 6 pins. "OUCH!"
"Get two," Mathew said now very serious. After she missed he frowned.
"Sorry baby," she purred while moving over to Allan. "What is your dare?"
"Sit on my lap and let me massage your backside," he whispered.
"You naughty boy," she giggled. She sat across his legs facing the lanes and felt his fingers sliding lightly over her rear pockets. Seconds later the fingers pushed down harder and he was taking turns squeezing both cheeks.
Betsy got a spare and smiled when she turned until she saw Allan fondling Alice's ass. She then realized that more than kissing would be next. As much as she wanted Mathew to get a strike so he could touch her or her him she wanted to win.
Mathew took his time and steadied the ball on his right thigh. The lanes had dried out some so he knew he had to move the ball further right. He released the ball and waited until it hooked into the pocket. Again he left the ten pin. "FUCK!"
Allan grinned and slid his middle finger down Alice's butt cleft. The digit moved under the mounds and between her thighs allowing him to move to the front.
Betsy tried not to smile when Mathew missed and then heard Alice moan. She turned and looked down between the woman's thighs and saw the tip of Allen's fingers rubbing over her crotch. Things were definitely heating up and she was falling behind.
