I have been dating Sophie for almost five years – ever since she arrived from Latvia and worked as an au-pair to my neighbour. At first, it was mere lustful attraction, and used to enjoy watching her sunbath topless in the garden from my first floor flat, but when I finally plucked up the courage to ask her on a date, it was the person who attracted me more. Three years ago, she got a job as a Housing Officer, helping to accommodate other Eastern Europeans in Britain and my several promotions meant we could afford a two-bedroom detached house together, just outside the town in a secluded little hamlet.
It was also about this time we met Annabelle and Miles when we were swinging. We were both 24 at the time, and they were a handful of years older, but were great fun and we started seeing them outside of the parties we were invited to. Annabelle was a teacher and Miles worked at a bank, but certainly did not fit into the stereotypes given to those professions. They, in turn a couple of years ago, introduced us to Wendy and Ralph, both of whom were younger and just finishing University. Wendy was the youngest sister of Annabelle's best friend from school, and had met in a weird situation at a party at the local swingers' club. Money was tight for them, and Miles had managed to wangle Ralph a job at his bank earning decent money for a 21-year-old.
Despite the age gaps, all six of us became good friends, and our sex, personal and work lives became increasingly entwined with each other. It was not uncommon to meet them on Wednesday for dinner, Thursday for sex, and Friday for a night-out! We also had a ritual where on our birthdays, the person whose birthday it was, set up some sort of activity for the group to do. On July 19th it was my Sophie's birthday and she had been planning this for weeks...
Now while Wendy arranged for a dinner and then a pornographic film for her 23rd, and Miles took us to a lap dancing club in the city, Sophie is a born nymphomaniac and wanted more. She wouldn't tell me what, but I knew she was planning something much bigger. All the guys were told to turn up in dinner jackets and the girls were ordered to wear evening dresses with no underwear, but we were all told to bring a spare change of clothes.
At just gone 6pm our guests arrived, and she dished up her meal – prawn cocktail, lasagne, a berry soufflé and then coffee before leading us into the main dining room. Six boxes, of varying size lay scattered around the lounge, each one with a playing card stapled to it. Sophie had also placed six shiny gold envelopes on the mantelpiece.
'Take a seat' she told us, before explaining the rules.
'Each box contains a dare, an activity that you must do, with three dares for us girls, and three dares for you boys. You pick a card, and that is the box you have. Afterwards, you pick another card from this pile which is the order in which you go in'
She passed three cards to me face down, and told me to pick one. It was a King of Clubs.
'Black King', I said holding it up and she slid a small shoe box, which was sealed shut across to me.
'And now pick from this pile'. I got a six
Miles went next and picked out the Black Queen and got an even smaller box. He then drew a four.
Lastly, Ralph got the Ace and received quite a big box – it used to house a printer – and pulled out number three.
Sophie then passed a different set of three cards to Wendy who selected a Queen and then the two of diamonds. She got an A4-sized box.
Annabelle selected the Red King and an Ace and passed her a huge box.
'It means you go first', Sophie told her gleefully, and gave her the biggest box of all. before revealing the last cards were the red Ace, and a five of diamonds.
'The King of Hearts?', Annabelle asked. 'Is this a bad one?'
'Open the box and read it out' Sophie replied smugly, taking a sip of wine
Annabelle opened her box, and took a piece of laminated card.
'It's a rhyme', she told us, and then began to read it out.
'So you chose the King of Hearts, And because of that we give this task. Open the box if you dare, Inside some rubber underwear. Go leave this room and put it on, We'll get the mats out while your gone. But when you return, we'll say go, And cover you from top to toe. In Beans and Custard, Jelly too, Multi-coloured gungy goo. No part of you is out of bounds, So you have to sit with dirty mounds For the rest of the game, while we all play, Your sticky mess won't go away, But refuse my task if you dare, There's something else in gold up there'
'Very creative', I told her, as Annabelle quickly re-read it and picked up a black rubber bra and briefs set from the top of the box.
'So if I don't do this task, I have to do the one in the gold envelope?' Annabelle asked.
'Yes', said Sophie. 'When we've all been'
'And if I do, I don't have to do one?'
'Not unless we all do our dares OK, then we all get another one'
'So I have to put to these on', she asked, a little perplexed. 'And only these?'
'Yes', Sophie replied.
'Right, OK. I'll be back in a minute' she said and ran out of the room. Sophie and Wendy, who were nearest to Annabelle's seat unpacked the rest of the box and pulled out a huge translucent shower curtain which covered most the wooden floor.
Annabelle returned a few moments later, her slight frame and long black hair exhibiting the black shiny underwear perfectly. Her 36C breasts were straining at the rubber material while her legs were well-toned and hairless.
'On the mat?', she asked Sophie, as a tub of beans was passed to Miles, her husband and I got the custard in a plastic squeezy bottle. Ralph and Wendy got an ice-cream tub of psychedelic gunge each while Sophie lined up several mini jellies in front of her discarding the cartons which they came in.
'Ready?', Sophie asked, as Annabelle knelt down in the middle of the mat. Annabelle smiled at her and nodded.
'Go on, do you worst' she taunted her as Sophie squashed a jelly in her long black hair.
'Euuuggggghhhhhh' Annabelle called out and got another one slipped in between her right breasts and the tight rubber bra, and then a third in between her thighs.
As the rest of us started laughing, Sophie rubbed a fourth one into her face, and then lifted her arm and pushed one into her armpit before squeezing it back into position. Annabelle giggled as Sophie walked behind her and dropped the jelly into the waistband of the rubber knickers and into the crack of her arse before pushing the knickers in to squeeze the jelly.
Annabelle drew breath sharply.
'It's all sticky', Annabelle exclaimed, before Miles approached her with his tub of beans and generously filled up another one of her bras, before squeezing it and watching squashed beans fly all over her. I could see Miles had a rock hard erection, I was feeling really turned on.
I was glad I had such a big bottle of custard, as I began unceremoniously covering her is the viscous white gunge. First of all I squirted her tummy and chest, filled up her arse crack, before taking advantage of her panties, and filled her pants. Using my hands I eased it round so that all of her genitals would have been covered.
'Mind where your hands go' she warned me, jelly dripping over her face.
I was getting really aroused now, so I kept rubbing the gunge, and she licked her lips. Under the pretense of squeezing more out, I was vigourously massaging her slit through the rubber pants and custard, and she eyed me longingly.
With no more custard left, I let Ralph and Wendy finish her off.
Ralph and Wendy each undid their lids and tipped their neon pink, green, blue and yellow goo all over the 30-year-old so that it cascaded over her body, and covered just about every part of your body. A large puddle had emerged underneath her and she shifted awkwardly.
Sophie passed her a towel. 'For your face only', she warned her, and Annabelle shifted her rubber knickers awkwardly. 'It tickles' she told us slightly breathlessly.
Wendy tentatively sipped her drink and eyed her orange foolscap file with the red Queen stapled to the front. She gingerly, opened it and took out the first laminated card, reading it in rhyme as Annabelle had done earlier:
'Here you find the Queen of Hearts, Eight questions is all I want to ask, The truth is all we want to know, Your inner soul you have to show, Some of these we might have guessed, But mysteries are all the rest, So help us out and let us see, Inside your sordid memory, But answer no to any card, Your punishment will be hard'
She put the front card on the floor and then picked out a large stack of laminated A5 questions on yellow paper.
'Do you want to read them?', she asked Sophie.
'I'll do it', Annabelle said, her neon blue arm reaching for the cards.
'We know you masturbate with sex toys, but how often do you use them when nobody is there?'
Wendy bit her lip, and went slightly red. 'A couple of times a week', she said meekly.
Annabelle turned over to the next card. 'Which person sitting in this room, other than your partner do you most want to fuck?'
We all giggled at this, as the alcohol took effect, and Wendy went bright pink. She gulped her wine smiling.
'I don't know ... Michael'
I can't deny I was a little surprised, and Sophie shot me a sly look.
'Why would you like to fuck them?' Annabelle read out.
.... There is more of this story ...