Chapter 3: Game Over

Now

Three months after our wild holiday with our friends, Steve and Scarlett, things had pretty much returned to normal. We settled back into our household routine as if nothing had happened. I admit the first time we had our friends over for dinner was a bit awkward. I remember looking over at Scarlett spooning some spinach onto her plate and being hit by a vivid memory of her naked and sweaty, hair wild, bouncing on my hard cock. I looked over at my wife, Donna, and saw that she was looking at Steve with a similar far-eyed expression. I wondered what memories she was reliving.

But aside from a few comments about how strange it was to be back home after all that had happened, it was just a normal night with friends. We chatted about some TV shows, had a drink in the living room, and they said goodbye early as they both had to work in the morning. Donna and I didn’t mention anything afterward, and we turned in early as well.

I admit that I was wondering what she thought about the experience, so I brought it up one night during lovemaking. “Donna,” I whispered in her ear as I slid deep inside her. “What was it like with Steve?” She just gave me a naughty smile and told me to fuck her harder. Of course I obliged. That’s what it was. A naughty memory for both of us. I figured that was the end of it.

Of course, I was wrong.

I wasn’t looking for it.

Donna and I use each other’s laptops all the time. I got home from work early and realized I had forgotten to send a document to my boss. Donna’s laptop was right there on the kitchen counter, so I flipped it open to quickly email it. I typed a search for my work folder in my Google Drive, staring in confusion at the unfamiliar files that popped up. I took a quick glance at the user account and saw Donna was still logged in, so I went to change it. I was half a second away from clicking when it caught my eye.

There in the stack of folders with work stuff, photos, and recipes was a familiar name. A folder just titled “Steve.” I hesitated, fighting a battle within myself. If we had never taken the trip together, I probably wouldn’t have been tempted. But we had, and my curiosity won out. I opened the folder.

Inside were some video files simply numbered 1-3. I clicked on number one.

3 months ago

It was the morning after our last night together in the holiday cottage we’d rented. We’d been making the most of it. After a weekend of teasing, stripping, and orally pleasuring our friends, we’d decided to go all the way. We’d swap spouses for the night and meet the next day to show each other what we’d been up to.

It was strange waking up next to someone else’s wife. Scarlett lay next to me, still asleep, the sheet bunched down below her perky breasts. If it had been my own wife, I would have snuggled in close and woken her with a kiss. Despite what we had done last night, that felt ... inappropriate. I settled on a light brush of her arm. She stirred at my touch, sleepily opened her eyes, and smiled at me.

“Well, hello there,” she laughed. I’d never seen her quite like this before. Her sleepy eyes blinked away the night, and her tousled hair splayed across the pillow, completely relaxed. I was getting a peek into what it was like to be her husband. She looked beautiful. I leaned in and kissed her. The kiss turned into a longer kiss, which turned into caresses as we explored each other’s bodies one last time. We enjoyed our final moments together as a couple, knowing that once we left this bedroom, the spell would be broken. I was still looking forward to playing with our spouses, but this intimacy would be gone.

My hand glided down her body, finding her hot and wet. I shifted to climb on top of her. I could see the need on her face, but she stopped me. “Save it for later, Dan,” she reminded me. “We have a show to put on.”

Reluctantly, we emerged from our bedroom cocoon, dressing and stepping through the door to see what awaited us. My night with Scarlett had been so intense that I had actually forgotten that my wife and best friend were sharing a similar experience. We had heard the squeaking and moaning through the wall last night, but it had quickly become background music to our own pleasurable explorations.

The other bedroom door was still closed, and the downstairs was empty. “They must still be asleep,” Scarlett whispered.

“Tired themselves out,” I added, finding that I was actually relishing the idea of my wife being fucked into exhaustion. It had been a weird weekend. Scarlett started cooking up a little breakfast while I tidied up the living room which had become something of a mess after the debauchery of the last two nights. We planned to leave mid-afternoon for the drive home, and I wanted plenty of time to play today without having to worry about cleaning and packing later.

I rejoined Scarlett in the kitchen and we had some light conversation over breakfast, neither of us mentioning that our spouses were likely naked and lying in each other’s arms upstairs. Scarlett’s hashbrowns and the tight pants and tank top she had thrown on were doing their best to distract me, but my wife’s nocturnal adventure was still foremost in my mind. I wondered what Scarlett was thinking about, but it didn’t feel right to ask.

It was over an hour later when Steve and Donna finally stumbled downstairs searching for a cup of coffee. We split apart and drifted back to our original pairings, greeting our spouses with a kiss. Donna and I looked at each other, a hint of guilt on both our faces. “Tomorrow you’ll be mine again?” I asked, reminding her of our promise.

“And you’ll be mine,” she smiled and melted into my arms as if nothing had changed.

Scarlett and Steve were performing a similar ritual on the other side of the kitchen. Donna grabbed her coffee, and we moved into the living room to give them some privacy. We remarked vaguely on what a crazy night it had been, and the things about ourselves that this weekend had uncovered. I was burning for details, but we stuck to the plan. If our friends were still willing, we were about to find out firsthand what had happened in those dark bedrooms.

We all got ourselves cleaned up and eventually rejoined in the living room. The remainder of the morning was spent gabbing about innocuous things. Everyone seemed content to just relax in the cottage for our final hours here. I could feel the undercurrent of tension in the conversation, though. Who was going to bring it up?

As usual, Scarlett took the lead. Thinking back on it, she had been the main culprit in the shenanigans that had taken place in this room. Always willing to broach the sensitive questions, always willing to go first, and brimming with sexual energy that seemed to energize the rest of us. True to form, during a lull in the conversation she blurted out, “So are we going to do it?”

The rest of us looked at each other, the answer a foregone conclusion.

“Hell yeah we’re going to do it,” I laughed.

“How’s it going to work this time?” Donna asked.

“A guessing game,” Steve said, giving Scarlett a conspiratorial look. “Guess what the other couple did last night. If you’re right, they have to demonstrate it for us.”

“Too easy,” Donna said. “You fucked each other. I win.”

“I think we all win,” replied Steve. “But you’re right. You have to be very specific about the order you did it in, and positions. For instance, I think Dan and Scarlett started by kissing on the bed.”

“Wrong,” Scarlett and I said in unison. The memory of how it had all started was still vivid.

“Hm, maybe this won’t be so easy after all,” Donna fretted. “What’s the penalty for wrong answers?”

“Besides not getting to see the show?” I teased. “How about we keep score? The team with the most correct guesses can make the other team do whatever they want.” From the looks on everyone’s faces, they already had some ideas.

We all agreed and separated from our spouses, drifting naturally to our friends like this was now an old habit. I settled in next to Scarlett and watched my wife snuggle up against Steve on the other couch. It was decided that since Donna had taken a free guess before we solidified the rules, my team would now start.

I leaned in close to confer with Scarlett, who I was now quite comfortable being partners with in every conceivable way. “How does Steve usually start?” I whispered. We exchanged inside information on our spouses until we were confident.