The first time my wife, Sarah, had sex with other men was a number of years ago now. It hasn't happened that frequently since then, really, but the memories of that night still come back to me almost as clearly as when they transpired.
We were at home on a Friday night, and had invited two guy friends. All of our wives were friends and we'd all attended numerous get togethers as couples.
At one particular New Years party we all went to, I'd learned that they found my wife attractive. As it goes, we men hung out in the kitchen to cook steaks and drink scotch while the women gabbed in the living room, some attending to their kids that they'd brought. Through the course of the night, I caught two of my friends, Nate and John, staring at Sarah, particularly at times when she'd bend over to pick something up that had been knocked off the table by one of the kids, and inadvertently exposing the contents of her shirt to them.
I definitely understood it; she had a killer body—5' 5" with C-cup breasts and silky Asian skin that was tanned from head to toe. She was a looker, for sure, often besting any crowd of women she was in, which made her popular among the guys at get-togethers of this sort, but a woman who probably would have otherwise been ostracized by those good looks by her peers if it weren't for her gift of gab. As good fortune would have it, I discovered I wasn't jealous and it actually turned me on to know that other men found her attractive. A validation of my choice in mates, so to speak.
Throughout the course of this particular party, we'd learned that Nate and John were gamers and, upon hearing this, my wife (who was a stellar Halo player) began throwing out taunts with a laugh like, "I'll wreck either of you if you ever come over to play!" And that, Dear Reader, is how we found ourselves scheduling a gaming night one Friday on the calendar.
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When game night came, Sarah bounced around the house, cleaning up here and there before the guys arrived and in an altogether strange mood. For some reason, she didn't want to play in the days leading up to the get together, and was now clearly nervous at the very real prospect that they'd beat her.
At around 8pm, Nate and John arrived, dressed in jeans and collared shirts, brandishing bottles of wine. Their wives, entirely uninterested in gaming, happily stayed home, we were informed.
Sarah answered the door wearing a pink, sheer, spaghetti-strap top under which her bra was clearly visible. She typically wore such things around the house, minus the bra, of course, but for modesty's sake had put it on. On her lower half, she wore her favorite pair of grey sweatpants, taking advantage of every effort to make herself comfortable for the upcoming challenge.
She welcomed them in and we all began the night chit-chatting over wine and popcorn as everyone got comfortable. When we couldn't contain ourselves anymore, we fired up the console.
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We started out playing a death match with my wife and I as a team and Nate and John as a team, and honestly, it was the most fun we'd had in a long while. We'd win the best out of three, then they would, back and forth. After about an hour or so, we decided to open the second bottle of wine while everyone took a much-needed bathroom break.
Once comfortable again and back in the living room, the guys pointed out that the teams were making it hard to delineate the strongest player. They suggested we break up and play against each other individually, everyone for themselves. We tried this, but things were still neck in neck. Sarah managed, however, to score some impressive kills with her sniper ability, and the guys cried "foul" every step of the way, in good fun, of course.
And then, or probably because of that, we decided to up the stakes—losers had to take a dare! Sarah was still ever-confident and, to my pleasant surprise, quickly agreed!
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John won the first match and, according to the rules, could dare anyone in the room to do something of his choosing. He chose to make us all finish the wine in our glasses. We had a good laugh as we downed the remainder of our drinks and hit "start" on the next match.
In the next game, Sarah emerged victorious and "dared" John and Nate to switch places with us. We'd been sitting on the floor below them while they, the guests, had the sofa. Naturally, everyone booed at such a lame dare, but they had to give up their seats for ours. Sarah did manage to surprise everyone by taking off her socks once she'd sat down, and rested her outstretched legs on the guys' shoulders, one leg for each of them. "You are all henceforth my slaves!" she said, attempting an evil laugh, to our amusement.
It was I who won the next round and I decided to seriously up the ante. "Sarah, you have to take off your sweatpants," I said, slightly unsure of how she'd take it. She feigned shock, but stood up and put on a show, shaking her ass in a playful way as she stripped off the pants, revealing a nice set of underwear that bulged slightly at her crotch where her tuft of pubic hair was hiding. "Take a good look, boys! This is all you're gonna get to see!" she taunted some more.
In the next match, Sarah was leading with the most kills up until the final minute when Nate overtook her in a rampage. She was in a fit over this.
"I think Sarah needs to take off her bra and switch places with us again," Nate said, victoriously.
"Hey! You have to pick one dare, not two!" she protested.
Nate pretended to think about it for a second, then said with a laugh, "I guess that bra has to come off then!"
From my vantage point, Sarah seemed more upset with losing the match than at the prospect of being asked to take off her clothes, and this amused me to no end. With all eyes on her, she leaned forward from the sofa, pulled off her top, then undid the clasps on her bra and slid it off. Her areolae had swollen from the heat, no doubt brought on by all the competition, but she gave us a quick look before putting her top back on.
"Whoa!" Nate said, "You have really nice breasts!"
"Do you think so?" Sarah countered. "I don't really like them that much. I wish they were bigger."
She was crazy, of course. I had always known, and now Nate and John knew, that those breasts on her tiny frame were absolutely perfect. They had a sort of weight to them...and her largish, puffy nipples were positively screaming out to be sucked on and played with.
"Focus, boys!" Sarah boomed. "We've got more matches to play!"
It was hard, but we returned our attention to the screen and fired up another match. I don't think the guys recovered that well though because Sarah emerged victorious after securing the missile launcher early on and running from one hiding place to another bombing the shit out of everyone.
"John, you have to play the next round sitting on Nate's lap," Sarah ordered.
"LOLWUT?!" Nate and John protested in unison.
"Do it! I won, didn't I?" she argued.
"Yeah, but..." John said.
Sarah was cackling now which made me start to laugh. She was like a cat playing with a mouse she'd caught that was flopping about in front of her.
