It was a week later and the four couples gathered for dinner at Chris and Raeâs house. It didnât take long for Carrie, Laura and Rae to sense a major shift in the group dynamic. Their husbandâs feelings towards Carla had obviously changed for some reason. A week earlier, she was an âold hag who was going to destroy the friendshipâ the guys had built for a lifetime. Now, the wives were picking up odd changes in their husbands. Overly friendly greeting kisses, there was lots of contact, touching Carla every chance they got when she spoke to them. The fact that Carla was wearing skintight, black leather pants and a thin white blouse knotted under her bosom was bad enough, âdownright sinfulâ as Laura called it. But the fact that Carla wasnât wearing a bra at her age and that the blouse was unbuttoned down to the knot, only added fuel to the impending flame. The backyard volleyball game was a blast to Carla and the boys. She was a super athlete, great at the game and they laughed their asses off. But to the three wives it was clearly a game of who could grab the old woman the most.
Carrie, Laura and Rae noticed that their formerly resentful husbands had now been turned into Carlaâs greatest supporters. If her wineglass was empty, Tom filled it. Chris pulled out chairs for Carla to sit in, and even patted her butt once. And Rob, as Carrie declared in the kitchen, was spending the entire evening hovering around Carla and looking down her blouse at her old tits.
Finally, by the end of dinner, the situation exploded. As they were all sitting at the table Rae had had enough. She threw down her napkin on the table and stood up, tipping her chair over backwards.
âListen to me, you old bitch. Youâre ruining our husbands, youâre ruining our lives. We want it to be like it was before your sorry, old ass showed up!â Rae shouted. âI demand a âKnock!â
âA what?â said Carla, turning to her husband.
A âKnockâ was a game the four guys had invented in their childhood. Anytime one of them felt like another was lying him to, heâd call âKnock.â He could ask only one question of any of the other person and by their oath to each other, the person had to answer that question honestly. As they grew older and honestly became more important, the boys, then teenagers, upped the ante to demand a âKnock.â The person who called âKnockâ had to strip naked in front of the person being asked. This high price was a terrific deterrent from calling frivolous âKnocks.â And even more so in college, where a naked guy standing in front of other guy would certainly raise eyebrows in a dorm.
The wives all knew about demanding a âKnock,â since the guys often talked about it, recalling earlier times together as kids or college days. The guys, even to this day, honored a âKnockâ when called. One time there was a knock about Tomâs cheating on Laura â and he was. Or of shaving a little money from the business account by Rob, and other really serious issues where their friendship demanded honesty.
But this was the first time one of the wives had called a âKnock.â Bret briefly explained the ritual and the seriousness of it to Carla. When asked if she was willing to be totally honest in the Knock, Carla replied, âIf I going to be a part of this group, then Iâm a part of the group. And Iâm in.â
Carla rose from the table as Rae walked around, and stopped six inches from Carlaâs face. Rae kicked off her shoes, then unbuttoned her skirt and kicked it angrily to the side, focused all the while on Carla. She unbuttoned her blouse, unhesitatingly jerked off her bra and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She shed them instantly, all without ever breaking eye contact with Carla.
Rae was exquisitely beautiful as she stood naked, trembling in front of Carla. But the trembling was from rage, not modesty. The dark, black hair at her crotch glistened from the flickering light of the candles on the table. Raeâs small, firm breasts jutted angilry out towards Carla, as if each one was sending a statement of defiance. Her puffy nipples rose and fell quickly as her breathing reflected the anger in her body. Stepping in again, she now stood just an inch away from Carla, her breasts now pushing up against Carlaâs.
âAre you now fucking or have you ever fucked my husband?â Rae shouted.
Technically, that was two questions, but no one seemed to notice. Except Carla, her litigious mind always tuned to the details.
âNo, and not ever,â Carla replied, her green eyes locking deep into the brown pools of the beautiful Asian featured woman. This humiliation had been a terrible price to pay, but Rae knew she had the truth from the older woman. And in every sense of the word, it was the truth from Carlaâs perspective. Chrisâ spanking her bare bottom did not constitute fucking. Carla knew it and all of the men breathed a sigh of relief. The truth had been told, the integrity of the âKnockâ maintained, and the story of the room and their session with Carla was still, fortunately, a secret from the wives.
Before Rae could move away, she heard a single word emerge from Carlaâs lips.
âKnock,â Carla said, and it stilled the room. With her eyes still locked on Raeâs, Carla untied her blouse and tossed it aside, her large firm breasts now dominating the space between the two women. She unsnapped her leather pants at he waist, unzipped and peeled them down, and with a quick kick, pushed them aside. She wasnât wearing panties and now, like Rae, was totally naked. She stepped in and her large, rounded breasts pressed hard against Raeâs smaller tits.
Then came Carlaâs question, demanding absolute truth.
Carla spoke. âDid you ask the question because you were jealous of Chris and me or did you ask because you were jealous and youâd like to have sex with me?â
The question stunned Rae and everyone in the room. And it was a question whose answer appeared obvious to all in the room. But not to Carla, who had a talent, a gift, for instantly sizing people up and ferreting out the truth. And it was a question that Rae would never have answered honestly under any other circumstance. But here she had to. She understood the importance of a lie in this situation and the bond that held the four men together.
Raeâs eyes dropped down as the words came meekly out. âJealous because Iâd like to have sex with you.â As soon as the words escaped Raeâs lips, Carla leaned in and kissed Rae. It was at first a peace offering. Then, as the two women pressed their naked bodies tighter together, their mouths dissolved into a passionate hunger.
Carla and Rae didnât even notice as Laura, followed by Carrie, stormed from the house, followed by their reluctant husbands. Nor did they care at that moment. Carla turned Rae around and gently lowered her onto the dining room table, pushing aside plates and overturning water glasses. Carla broke the kiss and moved her mouth down the young womanâs body. First, she began to lick and suck on Raeâs swollen nipples. Soon her moist tongue was trailing down the dark-haired womanâs taut abdomen, lingering around her navel, then lowering through the thick mat of Raeâs black public hair.
Rae was soon spread eagle on the dinner table among the dirty dinner dishes as Carla began to furiously lick her cunt. It was obvious to the two observing husbands that Carlaâs oral talents included women. She definitely knew her way around a pussy. Carlaâs pink tongue darted and flicked in and out of Raeâs glistening slit, lapping and teasing the swollen knob of the darker womanâs clit. She had Rae screaming and hollering within minutes was about to climax under the older womanâs experienced touch.
Finally, Bret turned to Chris and said, âI donât know about you, but this is just too hot to pass up.â Bret moved behind Carlaâs upturned backside as she leaned over the table, dropped his trousers and pushed his massive erection into his wifeâs dripping cunt. Taking his cue, Chris shook off his pants, pushed plates onto the floor and climbed onto the table. He slid forward and drove his aching stiffness into Raeâs mouth. She responded and began wildly sucking her husbandâs cock as never before.
When it was all over, three dinner plates and four glasses had been broken in the sexual frenzy. But something more precious and valuable had been created. The two couples wrapped their arms around each other as one, as Bret murmured, more to himself that anyone else, âThis could get really interesting.â
Chris responded, also more to himself, âMathematically speaking, it certainly holds a lot of possibilities.â The four of them hugged tightly for a moment and then the group erupted in laughter.
It was two weeks after the dinner party and another poker night had rolled around. Laura and Carrie were still incredibly pissed about what had happened. But Tom and Rob were eager to devour every salacious detail that the other two men would divulge. Not to mention that the poker game was again at Bretâs house and all the men were secretly hoping for a possible repeat of their earlier encounter with Carla in The Room.
The game had just gotten underway when Carla came down from upstairs and stepped into the room. She again had her hair pulled back in a long blonde ponytail. Tonight, however, she was wearing heavier that usual make-up. She wore a shiny black robe wrapped tightly around her body and tied securely with a long sash. Black fishnet stocking were obviously under the robe, and very high heeled shoes with wide ankle straps adorned her feet. Bret smiled and knew that she was concealing something, he just didnât know what it was.
She walked around the table, giving each man a tongue-filled kiss as part of her greeting. She held her kiss with Chris a moment longer than the others, then broke it with a large smile.
They all chatted for a moment and it was Tom, an engineer through-and-through, who cut right to the chase.
âAny chance we could all get another glimpse at The Room tonight?â he asked.
Carla hesitated and looked down the hall in the direction of The Room. Then she said, reluctantly âUm, Iâm not sure that would be a really good idea tonight.â
âWhy not,â Bret questioned, his curiosity bursting to find out what his wife was hiding.
âCâmom,â he said, and led a charge down the hall and into The Room.â
âWait! Wait!â Carla called, trying to catch up but unable to run in the teetering high heels. When she finally got to the room, she saw the men, standing in the middle and staring into the corner in astonishment.
In the corner, bound into a sling suspended from the ceiling was Rae, naked, her long legs spread wide apart by the ropes of the sling that secured her knees, her feet dangling toward the floor. She hung about three feet off the floor and her arms were tied securely to the lines running up to the ceiling. He long black hair had been braided into a ponytail that was now looped around and secured by a chain to the ceiling. She was literally hanging by her hair, even though the sling really held her up. But there was obvious discomfort when Rae tried to move her head about. Her eyes were wide with embarrassment.
Chris stared in disbelief at his beautiful wife, who was spread wide open in front of his eyes. He noticed instantly that all of her pubic hair had been shaved off. Her smooth, pouting vaginal lips were now engorged with blood, forming her cunt into a long, tight slit between her legs.
âMmmmmmm! Mmmmmm,â Rae said, trying to talk, but a rubber ball gag from the wall now filled her mouth.
âWe were just fooling around, you know, hanging out.â Carla said to Bret, the comment evoking laughter from the guys. âSorry, honey, I forgot this was poker night.â
âWell donât let us stop you. Weâll just watch and see what tips we can pick up,â Bret said.
âUmm, I think thatâs going to be up to Chris and Rae - if you can stay or not. Itâs their call,â Carla replied.