Chapter 2

I woke up in a pile of naked friends, my wife nowhere to be seen. It took my poor abused brain a minute to figure out what the hell was going on. When I finally did, my stomach, already a bit queasy from all the drinking, plummeted as I faced the consequences of my actions. Where was Donna, and what was she thinking? Had I ruined my marriage? Had I ruined my friendship with Steve and Scarlett? My brain helpfully started to generate images of my whole life dissolving into blackness, everything I loved being loved torn from me. And it was all my fault. I gently maneuvered my way out of bed, dreading waking my friends and seeing the same look on their faces that I had on mine. I had to find Donna and get answers before my imagination spawned even more awful possibilities.

I slipped out into my own room, but it was empty. Grabbing a shirt and pants, I dressed and headed downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I finally found my wife. She was sitting at the table, wearing her robe, drinking a cup of coffee. “Donna?” I asked, tentatively.

She looked up at me, wearing the expression of someone just as hungover as me. There was a dreadful moment of silence, and then she said “holy shit Dan, did that really happen?”

I nodded. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know things would get so out of control. I should have stopped it.”

She smiled at me. “Any of us could have stopped it, Dan. It’s nobody’s fault. We were all having fun.”

“I know, but we weren’t thinking,” I said, trying to find the words to get these feelings out. “What if Steve and Scarlett regret it? What if it changes everything?”

“What would it change?” Donna asked. I felt relieved that she wasn’t angry or embarrassed, but her cool reaction was puzzling me.

“Well, we’ve seen our friends naked. We had sex in front of each other! You were in there with Steve...” I trailed off, afraid to ask.

“And you were in there with Scarlett,” she answered. “Do we want to tell each other what happened?”

I couldn’t respond. I very much wanted to know what she and Steve did together, but I very much didn’t want to tell her what I had done with Scarlett. She didn’t seem inclined to volunteer any details either, so the silence said it all. I wondered if I could be ok with not knowing if my wife fucked my friend. For now, it seemed better to leave it unsaid.

Finally, Donna spoke. “We can’t take anything back, so let’s see what happens going forward. Besides, I don’t think I would take back last night, even if I could. That was one of the hottest nights I’ve ever had.”

Even through the fog of my hangover, I felt a jolt of excitement from that. She liked it. Thank fucking god, she liked it as much as I did.

“Me too,” I admitted. “But I hope we didn’t fuck up things with our friends.”

On cue, we heard the sound of people moving from upstairs. Steve and Scarlett were emerging from their slumber, and would soon be down to have potentially the most awkward conversation of our lives. “What should we say to them?” Donna whispered to me.

“Just be cool,” I whispered back, desperately trying to sound cool. I grabbed myself a cup of coffee from the pot and joined Donna at the table. After a few minutes we heard footsteps on the stairs, and then our friends appeared in the kitchen. They had thrown on some new clothes, and were rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Immediately, Steve gave us a big grin. “Hell of a night!” he said.

The tension I had been holding in my body started to fade. I felt as comfortable with my friends as I ever had.

“Move it!” Scarlett said as she shoved Steve aside to get to the coffee. “My head is killing me.” They joined us at the table, the conversation jumping from how we all felt like shit to how amazing last night was. I asked our friends if they’d ever done anything like that before.

“Nothing that crazy,” Steve said, smiling directly at my wife. For a moment, I pictured them alone in that room. What had they done together?

“It was a good crazy,” Scarlett said, smiling at me. The memory of the two of us alone in that room came flooding back, the sight of my hard cock between her breasts...

“So what now?” Donna asked. We all looked around at each other and shrugged.

“I’m taking a shower, can’t think past that right now,” Scarlett said, standing up. Steve joined her as they headed back upstairs.

“Huh. That was not what I was expecting. That was not weird at all,” I told Donna.

“You worry too much,” she said, standing up. “Now I’m going to see if I can find any painkillers because my head is killing me. If we do that again, no drinking!”

She left me there at the table, her words bouncing through my mind.

“If we do that again...”

We all felt better by lunchtime, and went out to one of the little country restaurants in town. Our conversation felt as natural as ever, but I couldn’t get the images from last night out of my head. I watched as Scarlett put her drinking straw to her lips, remembering how she looked with those lips wrapped around her husband’s cock. She was wearing a light, yellow summer dress that clung to her in a way that was impossible to ignore. Steve handed something to my wife, and I remembered him grabbing her hand last night and leading her upstairs. Donna made a “mmm” noise as she tasted her food, and I could hear the sounds of her moans as she came hard while our friends

other patrons inside, but they were too far away to hear the details of how I liked my cock sucked.

“Not always,” said Scarlett, grinning at Steve. “But he likes me to swallow, and I like it too. And you, Dan! I had no idea you had such a talented tongue. You had Donna going crazy last night!”

Put on the spot, I graciously accepted the compliment. “Thank you, but I’ve had a long time to practice. Steve didn’t seem to be doing so bad himself.”

He just smiled, as we all remembered Scarlett squirming as he licked her. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” he said.

We did. There was a break in the conversation. We all wanted to say it. Finally, Scarlett did. She was always the adventurous one.

“I talked to Steve this morning, and we both thought last night was great. And honestly, we don’t want the game to stop. We don’t want to pressure you, and it’s totally cool if you want it to be a one-time thing.”

“I want to do it again,” I blurted out like a child that had just gotten off a rollercoaster. I looked over at Donna, hoping I hadn’t said the wrong thing, but she was already agreeing. So, it was out there now. Everyone was in.

“Good,” Steve said. “Because I have an idea for a game we can play right here.” We all leaned in close. I don’t know why, because he wasn’t whispering.

“This is the first I’m hearing about it,” Scarlett said. “What do you have in mind?”

Steve picked up two sugar packets from the table, a yellow one and a blue one. He dropped them into an empty cup. “It’s a game called ‘Luck of the Draw.’ Reach into the cup without looking, and pick a packet. Yellow means you do something with your partner, and blue means you do something with the other person’s partner.”

“What do you mean ‘do something?’” Donna asked nervously. “We’re in a restaurant.”

“Depends on how brave you are,” Steve joked. “But nobody’s out here except us. Keep it under the table and the rest of us will keep an eye out.”

“I’m in,” Scarlett said quickly, a gleam in her eye. I nodded my agreement as well.

Donna glanced at the door nervously. “This is it,” I thought. “Too much, too soon. Crossed the line.” Last night we had been drunk, and in the privacy of our cottage. It was just us having fun with our friends, and it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Now here we were, stone cold sober and looking at the rest of the world enjoying their lunches just inside the restaurant door. Nobody appeared to be paying attention to us, but the danger of getting caught was very real.

“Fine,” Donna said, surprising me. “But I’m not going first.”

“You might be, if I pick the blue one,” Steve grinned. He shook the cup, closed his eyes, reached in and grabbed one. He held up his closed fist like it contained the cure for cancer. Finally, it opened, revealing the yellow packet. I suddenly realized that I had stopped breathing and inhaled deeply. I looked over at my wife, seeing a look of slight disappointment instead of the relief I had expected. I quickly looked at Scarlett, who was beaming.

“What are you going to do with me?” she cooed to her husband, leaning over to kiss him. The kiss lasted for a long time, and we saw Steve’s arm sneak over to her lap.

“Mmm,” Scarlett moaned into his mouth, her body squirming. Whatever he was doing to her under the table seemed to be hitting all the right spots. My gaze darted everywhere. Checking the door, trying to guess what Steve’s hand was doing from his arm position, checking Donna’s reaction, enjoying Scarlett’s face as her husband played with her. I admit that most of my attention was focused on Scarlett. She looked so fucking hot. Her eyes were closed, her lips just barely parted as she let out fast, ragged breaths. Her breasts heaved slightly with each tremble, the shape clearly visible through her thin dress. I love watching a woman enjoy herself, and the dangerous setting and the forbidden thrill of it being one of my best friends made it even hotter.

She let out the quietest moan, almost a squeak. I felt my cock twitch and begin to grow. This was better than porn. Scarlett suddenly opened her eyes, looking directly into mine. She smiled at me, her body still squirming. Then her eyes shifted to Donna, and I saw my wife lean forward slightly, as if drawn to her friend. I was wondering if Steve was going to make Scarlett cum for us, when Donna suddenly grabbed the sugar packets and threw them back in the cup.

“Fine Steve, your game is awesome but you can’t just make us watch. Next draw is for both couples,” she said. She had changed her mind about the game hilariously quickly. My hand brushed against my hard cock under the table. I wasn’t going to argue.

“My turn,” Scarlett said, reaching into the cup. Her fist opened, revealing the blue packet. I think I stopped breathing for a moment. We were really going to do this.

The women stood up and switched places, Scarlett settling in beside me. I watched my wife sit down next to Steve. She had a nervous look on her face, but she sat right next to him, so close their thighs must have been touching. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. Was I supposed to touch Scarlett, or was she going to touch me, or was it a free-for-all?

Nobody moved for a few seconds, making me think that everyone had the same question. “We didn’t really figure out how this works,” Scarlett laughed. “I drew, so I think that means I do the playing. And Donna too, let’s make it the ladies’ turn.”

I stiffened as I felt Scarlett’s hand touch my knee under the table, and slowly slide up my thigh. I saw my wife’s arm moving on the other side of the table. Whatever she was doing made Steve close his eyes and smile.

I looked over at Scarlett, and saw that she was looking right at me. Her eyes had the same twinkle I saw in them last night, when she was lying back on the bed, touching herself right in front of me. The same naughty smile she gave right before her head lowered and licked my cock that was rubbing between her soft tits...

“Oh my,” Scarlett whispered as her hand finally reached my erection. She rubbed it slowly through my pants. “Donna, your husband really likes this game. How’s mine doing over there?”

“Steve seems pretty happy,” Donna replied. My mind raced, picturing her stroking his hard cock. They looked at each other with lust. Was this the first time she had touched his cock like this? My attention jerked back to the lovely lady sitting beside me when her fingers started to unfasten my pants. I hurriedly glanced at the restaurant door, realizing that I had completely forgotten where I was. I relaxed when I saw that the coast was clear, but tensed up again as I felt my friend’s hand snake down the front of my pants. She quickly found the hole in my boxers and took me in her hand for the first time. Her hand wrapped around my erection, squeezed me slightly. I heard a zipper from the other side of the table, and realized my wife was doing the same thing. Donna’s other hand reached down, adjusting something. I heard Steve sigh in relief. I suspected that she had freed his cock from his pants, and was now stroking him freely in the open air of the restaurant. Impatiently, I reached down and adjusted myself, allowing my cock to slip through my open fly to freedom. Scarlett’s warm hand wrapped around it, stroking it slowly from the base to the tip. I wanted to touch her, but Steve hadn’t made any moves yet and I didn’t want to ruin what was happening.