Two weeks before Christmas last, hubby and I hosted our annual holiday party, as we have done for the past dozen years or so. Little did I know when our guests began arriving that this night would be unlike any other holiday bash to date.
As a couple, hubby and I don't have hordes of "close" friends. We have always seemed to maintain a close connection with about a dozen people with whom we are really tight. By tight, I mean that we are commonly in each other's company, take vacations together, etc. It was to this group of close friends that we extended our usual invitation for cocktails, gifting, and merriment, as part of our holiday tradition.
By 8pm that night, everybody who was expected had arrived. The party included three other couples, and two singles (both men from my office). The featured beverage for the evening was marguerites, which seemed to please everyone, as the blender was going constantly all night. As is usually the case, the earlier part of the evening was spent chatting with one another, and generally enjoying being in the company of friends. Also as usual as the evening wore on, the tequila started having its anticipated affect, with chatting becoming a little more loud and animated, supplemented by a smattering of adult humor and flirting.
A couple of hours into the party, hubby broke out an adult "drinking" game that had been gifted to us some time back. The game still had the wrapper on, so we all had great fun going through the rules together. Not that it was a complicated game. Using dice, players move around the board, alternately either downing a shot, or responding to an intimate or embarrassing question posed by a deck of question cards. If a player doesn't want to answer a question, they merely slam down a shot.
Since we had been drinking marguerites, shots of tequila seemed the obvious choice. So with a bottle of Cuervo Gold on the table, and a single shot glass on the game board, we started to play. After concluding the first game, everybody was really starting to feel the alcohol. Even so, we decided to play another round.
Some of the questions in this game were pretty silly, while others caused everyone to pause to hear the player's response. Mostly, the game was a source of great laughter, especially when players started drawing cards and making up their own questions. That's when things started to get interesting.
Marcia, our 43 year-old next-door neighbor took her turn rolling the dice. She landed on a "question" space, and it was my turn to draw the card and ask her the question. As I recall, the question was something really stupid, like "when was the last time you dyed your hair," or something like that. Instead, I blurted out, "Ok, it says here you have to show everyone your tits!" This was met with roars of laughter, and everyone urging her to get her boobies out. With a mixed response of embarrassment and laughter, Marcia relented and grabbed the bottom of her blouse and lifted it up grabbing the base of her bra as her fingers swept by. In a moment, her beautiful 38D titties were held out for all to see. A mother of three, she still has a pretty hot little body. With light brown hair, and blue eyes, she couldn't be taller than about 5'8". Although her body is somewhat stocky, she has a definite "hourglass" to her figure. As much as the fellows enjoyed gazing at her melon-sized breasts, I couldn't help but think that they really wanted to see her magnificent thunder-thighs given a choice. In any case Marcia's antics brought roars of praise and laughter from everyone.
Once this started, all the women ended up being given the same "task" to accomplish. Unfortunately, the game concluded before we managed to make it through all the players. I could tell that both Marcia, Anne, and Julie, my fellow female party-mates, were disappointed not to demand to see all the "swords" in the crowd, especially those belonging to Aaron and Tony, the two guys from my office.
Aaron and Tony, in late 20's, are both younger than the rest of us - the rest of us ranging in age from 42 to about 52. Not only younger, both the guys are fit and better-than-average attractive. It was apparent that the other three women seemed to enjoy checking the guys out as much as I did.
With the ladies lamenting about the game ending too soon, Marcia's husband Greg said he had an idea. "I think the girls should play a game I call Three Commands." He said. "Each of the girls roll the dice three times, adding up their individual scores. The girl with the highest score gets to give the girl with the lowest score three commands - which she must agree to obey."
The men were quick to voice their support for Greg's idea, while the women-folk pondered how things might turn out. Marcia was the first of us to throw support for playing the game, indicating that she and Greg had played the game at other parties. After some more cajoling, the rest of us agreed to play. By the way, we were drunk enough at this point, nothing much seemed to matter anyway.
I rolled first, garnering a total score of 12, with Anne and Marcia scoring 14, and 15 respectively. So it was down to Julie who, after two rolls, had a total score of only 7. After blowing on her dice, she tossed out a six, giving her a total of 13, making me the low scorer, and giving Marcia the top numbers. All this was met with roars of laughter and kidding.
After all of us downed yet another shot in a toast, Marcia gave me her first command. "I command that you be blindfolded!" She said with a laugh. Hubby quickly piped up and asked if a sleeping mask would suffice, to which Marcia nodded her approval. Hubby returned in a moment with the red satin sleeping mask I use for napping during the day. He tossed the mask to Marcia, who promptly pulled it over my eyes.
