A Birthday Party on Christmas Eve

Whatever way you look at it, December and its holiday season is always a loaded time of year. Different cultures celebrate differently, and even within cultures, individuals focus on varying aspects of the spectacle. For Megan and me, multiple complementary factors meant it was especially loaded. First, we'd moved away from our families to live in California together, so in some senses, we were all each other had. Second, as two secular people, we felt no attachment to any religious trappings and were able to invent our own rituals and traditions. Third, as an interracial couple - her black and me white - we'd grown up with radically different end-of-year experiences in our childhood. But, and possibly most impactful of all - was the fact that my girlfriend's birthday fell on December 24th. Growing up with religious parents, Megan's birthday had gotten lost in the shuffle as often as not, meaning now, in her new life as an adult out on her own, she was keen on having December 24th receive its own fanfare.

Which is why I was especially intrigued to receive an out of the blue text from a good friend on a mid-December Saturday morning. My phone lit up while I was reading a book next to Megan as she played video games on our Nintendo Switch. "Hey Liam - hope you and Megan have been well since Carnival! Leigh and I have a wedding in your area the morning after Christmas, so we'll be in town all week. We'd love to meet up if you two are available."

I sat still, my mind racing. I glanced from object to object in the room, a strange reflex we all express while rapidly thinking through something exciting. Kevin and Leigh were our two good friends from Houston Texas that we'd met in Barbados for Carnival this past August, just a few months back. Megan and I vacationed in Barbados for a week and a half and met a married couple a few years older than us, immediately becoming close friends. And, when I say "close friends", I mean it quite literally, as our unit's plunge pool ended up fueling nightly debauchery with them that I could have once scarcely imagined I would ever enjoy first-hand. Kevin and Leigh were also Black - though, technically, Leigh was half-Japanese and half-Black - and were really, really good looking people.

If they were coming to California, I absolutely wanted to see them again - even if just to hang out with Kevin once more. We really bonded in Barbados and both lamented the distance between Texas and California which complicated any efforts to nurture our budding friendship. But beyond that, Megan and Leigh had also become good friends. Hell, even the cross relationships had blossomed - I missed Leigh, and I knew Megan would love to see Kevin again. I pondered a surprise birthday party involving Kevin and Leigh plus just the right local friends to foster a frisky atmosphere.

I turned my head toward Megan's side of the couch and attempted to ask casually, "Do you have any specific wishes for your birthday this year?"

Megan didn't look away from the TV as she answered, "I dunno - something special."

That was a non-answer, since I knew she wanted that every year. But, as I thought about it more, maybe it wasn't a non-answer, because it meant she wasn't thinking about anything in particular, like a trip, which might put us out of town while Kevin and Leigh were around for this wedding.

I checked my calendar - Christmas was on a Friday this year, which made sense for their wedding the day after. This also meant Megan's birthday would fall on a Thursday - though that part never mattered because Christmas Eve and Christmas always overrode their days of the week.

"I think I have something in mind for you, but it'll be a surprise."

Megan paused her game and looked at me sweetly. "Aww - thank you!" she said with a warm smile. She loved surprises and always felt seen whenever she knew one was coming. Did she want the surprises spoiled? Of course not. But did she like to know they existed? Definitely yes.

I returned her grin, for the thousandth time overcome by her company. You see, Megan was quite the sight and had snapped more necks in her day that any of us truly realized. She was about average height, standing about 5'4" (1.63m), but was stacked, as the kids said. Megan exercised every day which shaped a physique that could turn gay men straight or straight women gay. Her legs were toned and lean, with calves and thighs that activated a man's salivary glands. Her ass was, to put it mildly, huge, but all muscle. I joked that you could bounce a quarter off it, which wasn't actually that much of an exaggeration. Her tummy was tight enough to allow her strong ab muscles to vaguely poke through - a grand prize for all the miles she ran and weights she lifted. And somehow, despite all this, her breasts were still immaculate C-cups that defied gravity well enough to make Elphaba proud.

But all of that paled in comparison to her smile. Megan looked like a Disney princess, with her enormous, twinkling eyes, broad African nose, and big full lips that curled upward when she smiled to reveal pearly white teeth. Megan was hit-on, cat-called, asked if she modeled, or otherwise flattered almost every time we left the house. It was so predictable and regular - even with me right there! - that you could basically set your watch by it.

"Of course - only the best for my baby," I said, prompting her to lean in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and pillowy - a contrast to the bite of her lip gloss. I longed to feel and taste her tongue, but she was leaning back after only a peck. She wore very little on this lazy Saturday morning - just a cut-off t-shirt that covered down to her nipples but left her underboob and tummy free, and a simple brown thong that was nude-colored for her skin tone. California was experiencing a December heat wave, meaning we didn't have to seal the house shut and crank up the thermostat to be warm and comfortable. And because of this, and the sight of her toned body jiggling ever so slightly, my brain launched a rather conspicuous campaign to reallocate significant blood flow toward a different interest.

"Stardew Valley turning you on?" Megan asked while glancing at me out of the corner of her eye a minute later.

"Either the game or the person playing it - I can't tell," I answered.

"Oh really?" she asked, pausing the game once more and sliding over to sit on my lap, facing me with the game's pause screen behind her. I stared at the edges of her bulging ass cheeks, round and plump in this position, and the chocolate skin of her tits that arced upward before disappearing underneath her cutoff white t-shirt. I looked down at her tiny thong, just enough to cover her bits, and drooled a little.

"Yeah - one of the two of you," I continued. I sat my book down to rid myself of its distraction. "It's either all those grainy pixels, or, maybe it's these." I held her breasts in my hands, kneading their soft flesh in rolling waves under my fingers.

"Or maybe it's this?" Megan proposed, leaning backward and running a hand over her still-covered pussy.

"Could be that," I strained to say. My words were breathy and hot.

She leaned forward again and put her lips directly on my ear. In the quietest voice human vocal cords could muster, she whispered, "And what if it was that? What would that mean you're thinking about?"

I gulped, my spit suddenly thick and extra slimy. "It would mean I'm thinking about taking these off to get a better look," I said while snapping her thong's waistband back against her skin.

"Then why don't you?" she prompted.

"Actually, I have an idea," I said, and she perked up, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. "Remember when we had that competition the first night in Barbados to see who was in control?"

"Oooohh!!!" Megan said while visibly shivering in excitement. A second later she added, "I remember when you thought you'd be able to do more air squats than me. 'twas hubris led you there!"

"Yeah yeah - enough gloating. I never got you back for that night. Are you ready to follow my every instruction?"

Megan squirmed again and I noticed that her dark brown thong was becoming noticeably... darker. "Yes, except - it wouldn't feel the same if you didn't earn it. We need to have another challenge. Another bet."

I considered a few possible options before finding what I thought was a good idea. We were both extremely into fitness, as evidenced by our air squats competition last time, so I said, "How about push-ups? Can I do more with you lying on my back than you can do normally?"

"What?!" Megan exclaimed. "Are you serious? You think you can do more push-ups with me on your back than I can do outright?"

I nodded. Megan was a high caliber athlete and was still in outstanding shape, but most of her strength was in her lower body. I could do fifty good-form push-ups in one set, which probably meant I could do ten to twenty with her on my back, an estimate I strategically did not share.

"Okay, you're on! You want to go first or second?" she asked. Her expression was once again hotly defiant. If she did win this bet, I had no doubt she would use her sexual control over me to its greatest possible advantage.

"I'll go first with you on my back, then you can go. I want you to realize your doom during your set, not mine," I said.

"Oh my god, you are so dead!" she shot back. "Get on the ground!"

I got into a plank position and Megan climbed onto my back. She hugged my torso tightly, which seemed to grant enough stability for her to stay put, with her legs resting on mine and her face at about the base of my neck.

"And they have to be good form," I said as I lowered us toward the ground. "Like this - your tits have to touch the carpet on each rep." I heaved and raised us back upward. Megan was heavy, as all fully grown adults were, especially those with any muscle on their bones, but I was still pretty sure I could crank out a decent number despite her encumbrance.

"Sure, tits to grass, instead of ass to grass," she laughed.

Just holding a plank position was tiring, so I launched into rapid push-ups. Two, three, four, five. My chest and shoulders felt hot right away. Six, seven, eight... nine. My pace slowed at nine and I locked my arms to allow my muscles a modicum of rest.

"Nine? That's all you've got?" Megan taunted.

It occurred to me that I didn't actually know how many push-ups she could do. Ten was not enough to guarantee victory - so I needed to do a few more. I lowered us to the ground and launched back up in one swift motion, knowing slow reps burned more energy than fast ones. That was ten, and then eleven and twelve followed, though each not without almost thirty seconds of rest at the top between them. I attempted a thirteenth rep, but my chest muscles reached failure and we collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

"Twelve - pretty good!" Megan said. I detected wariness in her voice.

Megan climbed off me and assumed her own plank position. It was then that I once again appreciated how toned her arms and shoulders were. But, strong as they were, twelve push-ups would be a lot for someone who didn't focus on them specifically.

She dipped low into her first rep, easily snapping her arms straight to raise her back up to an elevated plank. "Tits low enough for you?" she asked without looking up at me.

"That was good," I confirmed.

Down she went again. Two, three, four, five. I smiled - her pace was already slowing. Six, seven. She held herself upright, her elbows locked, and breathed hard. I could have started taunting her now, but that somehow felt unsporting. Or maybe I thought it better to let her stew in this realization alone. Either way, I remained silent.

Eight. Her arms shook and her breaths were deep and fast. Nine was possible, but ten or beyond looked to be out of the question. She lowered herself down for her ninth rep and collapsed onto the floor with her own thud.

"Eight! Pretty good. Let's see though, is twelve minus eight a positive number?" I wondered aloud.

"Alright alright," she interrupted. "You win, push-up head."

"You got me pretty good last time," I said wistfully. I twirled my fingers in the air, as if spinning an invisible scepter. Megan's cheeks flushed in excitement and she squirmed a little bit as she sat on her heels beside the couch.

"What am I to do, Master?" she asked with a subservient voice.

"I want to offer you a deal," I said briskly.

"A deal? Surely your Plaything is not deserving of a deal," she responded. Her eyes were locked on the floor and her hands were flat on her knees. She was perfectly holding the sub's position.

"That is for me to decide," I snapped at her. "The deal is that you can defer your punishment to your birthday, if you'd like. For extra spicy birthday sex!"

Megan shot to her feet and gripped my hands. "Yes! Please! That sounds amazing!"

"Then it is so. On your birthday, when I call you Plaything, you know what to do," I said.

Megan squirmed a little bit again, her imagination running wild behind her beautiful eyes. She came back to the present a second later, locked eyes on me, and grabbed my t-shirt to shove me into our bedroom. I half-walked, half-stumbled backwards as she forcibly pushed my chest, narrowly avoiding tripping until we reached the bed and I could safely fall backwards.

"Eatthisfuckingpussy!" Megan muttered while almost ripping her thong off her waist. She crawled over my prone body and pressed her pussy into my face without waiting even a second for me to confirm her request. She was as wet as a river and her flavors immediately smeared all over my nose, lips, and cheeks. I licked deeply into her, tasting her vast sweetness by what felt like spoonful.

"Lick my clit!" Megan commanded while grabbing a fistful of my short hair.

I did as I was told and settled into her favorite move - sucking her clit into my mouth only to gently push it back out with my tongue - as fast as I could on loop. Her flavors rained down into my mouth, pooling near the back of my tongue to be swallowed again and again and again. She was in such a frenzy that I knew it wouldn't be long--

Megan popped off my face and grabbed my shorts, forcibly yanking them down my thighs. My dick sprung free, but was still only half-mast in all the chaos. Megan lowered herself down and took me into her mouth. She swirled me around her tongue and lips while one hand stroked my shaft - and in no time I was up to my full length of 7 inches.

"How do you like the feeling of me growing in your mouth?" I breathed.

"Fucking love it," she said between licks, then crawled forward again until our hips were joined. She guided me inside her and lowered herself down, and we both sighed in delight as my hardness and her wetness were fully united.

Wordlessly, Megan swirled her hips atop mine. She arched her back and looked off to the side, almost like she was modeling for an invisible camera. Her hands were both above her head, one hand holding onto her other wrist, which pulled her cutoff t-shirt upward, fully revealing her large, beautiful breasts.

"Jesus fuck - I'm going to cum!" I croaked, prompting Megan to hop off me and take my dick back in her mouth. It was white and shiny with her pussy's cream, but she didn't care. She swallowed me down to my base, then lifted her head upward with tight lips, cleaning me in one stroke like a circular squeegee. And then she resumed sucking, and sucking, and sucking - until I exploded in her mouth with a grunt. My cum spent almost no time there, so eagerly did she gulp me down. After my six or so contractions were completed, Megan crawled upward once more to kiss me. Her lip gloss was almost all worn off now and the taste of my own cum on her breath was faint at most. Mostly, I actually tasted her own flavor, as she'd also sucked a lot of herself off my dick. Our kiss was hot and fiery and our tongues spent more time in each other's mouths than our own.

Finally, Megan released me, then crawled upward once more to put her pussy back where it belonged - on my face. I found her clit immediately and within thirty seconds of her favorite move, Megan was orgasming. Her strong body tightened and tensed. Her lungs involuntarily filled the room with her feminine moans. Eventually, she'd had all she could take and crawled away, though I selfishly gripped her thighs to allow myself a few extra seconds of her rich flavors.

"Holy fuck!" she gasped through a thousand yard stare at our ceiling.

"You sure knew what you wanted - that was hot as fuck," I said encouragingly.

"Oh yeah, you like that?" she asked with a kink of her neck to make eye contact.

"Sure did. What did I do to deserve all that?"

Megan shrugged, then looked back at the ceiling. "I just liked you asking about my birthday, and then when you said our bet was going to wait for my birthday - I just lost it."

I laughed - oh right, her birthday! Kevin and Leigh were going to be in town and I had a few more ideas for who to invite, as well. None of which she had any real chance of expecting. In her mind, we were going to have our roleplay-filled romp in the morning or afternoon and then I was probably going to make a nice dinner we'd enjoy over a bottle of wine. Well, I would make that dinner, but the day after, on Christmas itself. Her birthday was about to be way crazier than she realized!

"However excited you are about it; whatever you're guessing - throw it all out. It's going to be way better," I said.

Megan wrapped herself in our blankets and kicked her legs in glee. "I can't wait!"

I kissed her forehead before getting up. I didn't want to wait, either, but her birthday was still two weeks away. And so, waiting it was.

--

December 24th arrived rather anti-climatically. Work had been an absolute grind for both of us, meaning all the way until the night of the 23rd, after our last day of work until early January, we'd forgotten about the excitement surrounding her birthday. Or rather, we'd publicly forgotten about it. I'd been planning and texting with guests all along, meaning few days went by without me thinking about it.

Nature threw my plans a dramatic curve ball when Megan's period started on the 18th; but the timing wound up being perfect when it ended on the 22nd. Like a wild animal, she'd tried every trick in the book to seduce me once it was over, but I held out, insisting we should save our energy for her birthday. And so as we awoke on the morning of the 24th, wrapped up together in our many blankets, Megan's hand shot straight to my dick. I was rock hard, all credit to morningwood, but her smile still went ear to ear at the discovery.

"Sorry, I know you're dying of thirst over there, but you have to wait," I said, gently removing her hand.

"But babyyyyyyyy, I've been waiting so long!" she whined.

I shrugged and hopped out of bed. "Sorry, them's the rules. I would say I didn't make 'em, but -- I did."

Megan scowled at me. "Maybe I'll be the one to abstain, then! See how you like it!"

"You forfeited that right when you couldn't do as many push-ups as me," I replied with a wink. Megan's scowl deepened. She was frustrated and horny and she could see my massive erection, but I wasn't giving it to her.

"This is not a good start to my birthday," she said in a pouty voice.

I crawled back on the bed and kissed her forehead, then her lips. "Trust me, I promise the ending will more than make up for it."

That flipped her frown upside down, and then we got on with the day. As this was our first day off of the holiday break, we had no explicit plans. She'd figured out I was making a meal tomorrow, for Christmas day itself, but today's itinerary was mysteriously blank. Megan crawled out of bed and pulled on a pair of cozy sweats before asking me, "Soooo, what do I have time to do? You have to tell me when I need to be ready for anything."

"I will!" I said with another forehead kiss. "For now, just relax. There's nothing for a few hours."

We found our way into the living room. Megan fired up the Switch while I made us some coffee and then we played Mario Kart together for a while. The afternoon came and went and we ate a light lunch around noon. My phone was constantly lighting up and I appreciated Megan pretending not to notice. The sun set quite early in December in California, and so darkness settled well before dinnertime. I could tell that Megan was getting a little restless, but luckily everyone was already on their way.

Around 5pm, texts from the four people we were meeting out tonight indicated it was time, so I told Megan, "It's time to get dressed. Change into something sexy, but that you will be comfortable wearing in public."

Megan scrunched her face in consideration, then scurried off toward the bedroom to change. An hour later, she emerged with her hair done and her athlete's body wrapped in a shiny black bodycon dress. Her plump breasts were pushed up by a lacy bra and looked tremendous, and her sleek runner's legs were bare below her upper thigh. The dress's material was slightly sheer, hinting at the fabric of her bra and ever so slightly showing her black thong.

"You look good!" I complimented her. "But, unfortunately, I'm going to need you to take off your panties."

"What?!" she exclaimed, looking down at her dress in terror. "But people will see my coochie when I bend over if I take these off!"

"Sounds like the problem of someone who couldn't do enough push-ups," I said nonchalantly. Megan scoffed and stomped her foot in feigned anger, but slid her panties off all the same. "Leave them on the door handle," I instructed her, and she did as she was told.

"Seriously, if we go to dinner or something, people are going to see my pussy!" she said as I opened the door to leave with her.

"Can't imagine they'll complain," I said. "Your job is to flash me at least once tonight."

"I have to flash you over dinner? Is that it?"

"Silly girl - that's just phase one!" I said with a patronizing laugh.

We drove downtown and pulled up to our favorite restaurant - a Caribbean / Brazilian fusion joint with great cocktails - before getting out and heading inside. Megan looked positively incredible on this Christmas Eve and I thanked my lucky stars that temperatures in the 50's Fahrenheit allowed her to dress as skimpy as she wanted.

"Reservation for the birthday girl," I said to the hostess.

She scanned us from head to toe in a flash and smiled deeply before saying, "Right this way, Mr. Jones."

We followed her, and Megan leaned in to hug me in pure ecstasy. This restaurant was a touch upscale without being stuffy, but their Christmas holiday decorations were truly extravagant. The whole dining area of the restaurant was lit exclusively by candles, which honestly felt a little dangerous given all the tinsel wreaths and garlands draped everywhere. But, I trusted they had this all figured out and kept walking toward the back and the private room I'd booked. The hostess pulled the sliding door open, revealing an intimate room with a long rectangular table, probably big enough to seat 10, but currently only supporting four other people. At the sight of them, Megan absolutely exploded.

"SURPRISE!!!" they shouted.

"OH MY GOSH!!!!" she screeched, then ran around the table to distribute hugs.

The couple closest to her was Kevin and Leigh, the other black couple from Houston we'd befriended in Barbados over Carnival. They shot up immediately to embrace us, Kevin coming straight to me and Leigh waddling forward in her tight dress to wrap her long arms around Megan.

Kevin wasn't the tallest guy in the world, standing around 5'8", but he was jacked and handsome, reminding me of the guy from the Old Spice commercials who rides in on flying horses with his sparkling Vitruvian physique. And despite looking like one of the most handsome men on TV, Kevin was earnest and funny and down to earth. We'd bonded quickly after meeting during Carnival this past summer and were excited to see each other today independent of the night's shenanigans.

Leigh - Kevin's wife - was mixed-race, clocking in as half-Japanese and half-Black; though at first glance she simply looked like a Black woman whose skin color was a few shades lighter than her husband's. Leigh was taller than Kevin, standing close to 5'10" herself, with her long ballerina's body giving him ample reason to exercise his neck to make sure he regularly appreciated all of her. Her curves were exquisite, which I knew first hand from countless bikinis and one truly magical night together last summer; though everyone had a good sense of her body tonight from her ruffled cream dress that hugged her precariously all the way down to her ankles.

Behind them were longer-time friends, Tara and Maya who had driven down from Oakland. Tara was a few inches taller than Megan and Caucasian, with wavy, shoulder-length dusty brown hair. She had a little bit of hippie energy to her and was... mostly... lesbian. She always dressed extravagantly and tonight wore black leather pants, a white t-shirt, and a stunning red leather jacket with ridges down the sleeves. Maya, beside her, I had only met once - also on a magical night over a year ago on Halloween when a rave afterparty had gone supernova in the best possible way. Like Leigh, I believed Maya was also mixed race - I estimated Brazilian and one of the east-Asian ethnicities, though I didn't want to ask and make her uncomfortable. Maya stood somewhere between Megan's 5'4" and Tara's 5'8" and tonight was wearing a fit and flare black dress with ruffled shoulders and a low neckline that showed the tops of her beautiful, mocha breasts. She had long, straight black hair and was one of the cutest women I had ever met. Looking a bit like Jhene Aiko, she didn't have Leigh's classic model features, Megan's Disney princess eyes, or Tara's conventional European beauty, but her plump cheeks, big smile, and button nose sent a twinge of pain through my chest every time I saw her. She was truly, undeniably adorable - possibly the prettiest of the bunch, in her own way.

"Happy birthday!" the room chanted in unison after the orgy of hugs concluded. Megan stood by my side, looking out at her four friends, and put her hands on her chest in an attempt to contain herself. She barely held back happy-tears.

"But wait - how are you two here?!" she asked Kevin and Leigh.

"We have a wedding in San Francisco on Saturday and I texted Liam, shoot, a few weeks ago," Kevin answered.

"Liam told us it was your birthday and we've been plotting in secret ever since," Leigh said while extending her arm to squeeze Megan's hand.

Just then, our waiter opened the sliding door and stepped inside. He was a classic tall, dark, and handsome South American man - possibly from Brazil, I reasoned - and I caught most of the ladies batting their eyelashes at him. All but Tara, who was also looking at the other women and laughing to herself.

"Can I start you off with any drinks?" he asked while standing with robotically perfect posture.

"Two bottles of your house pinot noir, please," I answered.

He nodded and excused himself and then Megan and I took seats across from each other to keep the table balanced, three and three. On my side of the table, with our backs toward the sliding door, was Kevin, his wife Leigh, and me - from left to right. Across the table from my vantage point was Maya far to my left, Tara, and then Megan directly across from me. I was sad Maya was so far away but very happy to be sitting side by side with Leigh. Win some, lose some, I told myself. As if to punctuate my happiness, Leigh reached down and squeezed my thigh just above my knee. We looked at each other and smiled and in that exchange said a thousand words. We missed each other, we thought of that night often, and we were happy to be reunited.

"Kevin and Leigh were telling us how you all met," Tara said a few minutes later after our server poured everyone a round of the pinot.

"Oh?" I asked back - wondering how many beans had already been spilled.

"Carnival sounds really fun!" Tara continued. "It's mostly just 10 straight hours of dancing in the sun?"

I squinted while nodding to answer her question. It seemed that Kevin and Leigh had not shared any of our escapades from that week, which made sense since they had no way of knowing how conservative our relationship with Tara and Maya was. Once I realized that, I felt silly for even suspecting they might have disclosed the true nature of our time in Barbados. Though, again - not that I would have minded, since Tara, Maya, Megan, and I had all enjoyed a similar adventure last Halloween.

"We already know we're going back!" Megan said.

"Oh really? Show me your best carnival dancer moves!" Tara said.

Megan thought for a second, then sat down her wine and stood up, loudly scooting her chair backward as she stood. The room erupted in excited cheers at the promise of what was to come. Megan cleared her throat loudly to control the floor, then said, "You have to shake your shoulders, like this," while twitching her shoulders rapidly. Her breasts jiggled, sending visible waves up her three inches of cleavage.

"Okayyyy! That's really good!" Leigh shouted encouragingly. Coming from a professional ballerina, that was high praise.

"Then you have to shake your hips, like this," Megan continued before adding a complementary hip shake. Her whole body rocked incredibly, but she was too lean and strong to jiggle anywhere but her ass and tits. The room erupted into a spontaneous clap which kept a high-tempo beat for Megan to dance to. Feeling the moment ever more, Megan said, "And then you bend down low, like this," and dropped her hands to her ankles and shook her hips directly in front of Tara.

My eyes went as wide as saucers. Instead of flashing just me, it seemed she was flashing everyone! Her dress hiked up halfway across her ass cheeks as she moved, meaning Tara absolutely had a perfect view of her silky smooth pussy lips. And by the look of pure shock and joy on Tara's face, nothing was escaping her notice. I looked behind Tara at Maya and saw that she too was locked onto Megan's pussy as she watched over Tara's shoulder. Maya's expression wasn't as ravenous as Tara's, but I thought I clocked her gears turning.

Then I looked straight to my left, past Leigh and over to Kevin. Sure enough, he could see her pussy, too. He sensed my glance and turned toward me. We made eye contact and he mouthed a silent, "DUDE!!!!" It was all I could do to nod, and we both laughed.

Last to see was Leigh. She could tell that something was capturing everyone's attention and leaned to her left, practically into her husband's lap, until the angle was right and she too saw the Holy Grail. She gasped and looked at me in an instant, a mischievous grin covering her entire face. I smirked at her knowingly, then she fell forward into my space, laughing and wrapping an arm around me. Her scent wafted over me and I was briefly back in Barbados, alone with her in the pool and our shower and then our bed. It pained me when she finally straightened herself and pulled away.

Megan eventually stood upright, turned to face us all, and half-curtsied. "And that's how you dance at carnival," she said casually, as if nothing crazy had just happened. But, I caught the blush on her cheeks. None of that had been by accident.

"So..." Tara began dramatically. "We all just saw that the birthday girl is not wearing any underwear. Megan, I love it!" she shouted.

Right at that exact second, the sliding door opened to admit our server again. He definitely heard all of Tara's proclamation, which sent everyone in the room into an uncontrollable laughing fit. Everyone except Megan, who somehow now looked embarrassed. Her cheeks reddened even further and she looked like she wanted to melt into the floor.

"Oh my god, we keep doing that!" Leigh cackled to herself under her breath; referencing a moment in Barbados that only Megan and I had witnessed.

The server took our dinner orders and then excused himself, never once breaking character. No one had read the menu, and they were all too busy laughing to start now, so I ordered an array of dishes for us to share.

After he left, Tara looked straight at Megan and said, "Is someone actually embarrassed?"

"I don't know!" Megan said with a laugh. "Look, he's really handsome, okay? I didn't expect him to -- listen, Liam put me up to it!"

I shrugged innocently.

"Who cares if he heard," Tara pressed. "What, just because he's handsome? Your boyfriend is handsome. Kevin here is handsome. You're constantly surrounded by handsome men!"

Dinner progressed as our entrees eventually arrived and we dove into the offering. Brazilian food was a favorite for Megan and me, especially moquecas, a savory soup with tomatoes, coconut milk, and fish. The ingredients seemed simple, but I'd found it to be a crowd pleaser amongst adventurous eaters. This table all agreed it was amongst the best food before us.

Multiple times, Leigh felt compelled to share an inside joke or comment with me. She repeatedly placed her right hand on my left thigh in the most intimate way before leaning in to whisper something into my ear. Her breath electrified my very soul and the few times her lips brushed my ear caused my heart rate to spike. In the months since Barbados, I had slowly accepted that I would likely never see Leigh again. But now, tonight, deeply feeling her company beside me - and on my girlfriend's birthday, no less! - was a lot.

By 10 o'clock the restaurant was closing down and our meal had concluded. Thankfully, Kevin and Leigh had gotten to know Tara and Maya quite well over the course of our three hour meal, so the energy was of a group of friends eager to figure out what was next as we all stood and gathered our coats.

"Where to now?" Tara asked. Her tone oozed confidence that something was definitely next.

"You two flew today, right?" Megan asked Kevin and Leigh, who both nodded in reply. "So you've had a long day. Where are you staying?"

"Oh we're good to go - don't worry about us!" Leigh responded with another squeeze of Megan's hand.

I suspected she had dodged the "where are you staying" question because the answer, which was still something of a surprise for Megan, was our place.

I had coordinated this evening, so I took control. "I have a few spots we can go to next. Drinks, dancing, and the like; but I kept it open so we could get just the right vibe. What are people in the mood for?"

It was Maya who perked up with her heart-melting smile. "I feel like we've just had a great party. Is anyone in the mood for an... after-party?"

"Ooooh!" Tara exclaimed. Four of our minds went back to Halloween night over a year ago and how fun of a time we'd had together.

"We're good for whatever," Kevin said with a shrug. He then looked at me and added, "You guys got any party games?"

"Ooh - Jenga!" Megan cut in.

Jenga?? a few people asked her by way of skeptical expressions.

"Not plain old Jenga," Megan clarified. "Spicy Jenga! Every brick has something fun written on it. A friend gave it to us as a gag-gift when we moved to California."

Tara's face lit up with optimism and she asked, "How spicy are these commands?"

Megan shrugged. "I don't know. We've never played it."

"How spicy was this friend?" Leigh asked.

Megan and I looked at each other, gauging what we knew about her. Eventually I answered, "She was a bit of a partier, so they might be good?"

Sensing the group's hesitation, Kevin stepped in with a decisive answer. "I say we do it. If Jenga doesn't hit, I've got other options on my phone."

That boosted morale, and everyone grabbed their coats and prepared to exit. Tara and Megan led the way, then Kevin and Leigh exited our private room, and then Maya and I left in stride as the rear guard. She fell in line beside me, looking very intentional.

"Hey mister!" she said with a playful jab to my ribs. "I was hoping you wouldn't be sitting so far away!"

"I know! I was really sad we couldn't talk during dinner. How have you been?!" I replied. Looking down at sweet Maya, my mind was pulled back to the night we'd first met. She was the only other person to spend the night at Tara's house the night of the Halloween rave, and the four of us had ended up piling into Tara's queen sized bed together after so many hours of electric dancing. Maya ended up being the first woman I fucked since entering what had been a monogamous relationship with Megan; but I had not been cheating, for Megan was right beside me in that same bed having her first girl-on-girl experience with Tara. But Maya had been so sweet and earnest and loving and warm and fiercely erotic, and I'd deeply appreciated the opportunity to pleasure her and be pleasured by her. And then life had not crossed our paths again for almost 14 months - not until tonight. By the look on her face, she was at least as happy to see me as I was to see her.

"I've been good!" she beamed. Maya was absolutely glowing, which had a contagious effect on a man's soul. It was both her baseline personality and, as I was increasingly suspicious, tied to her proximity with me.

"Any suitors holding your attention?" I asked. As hauntingly beautiful as Maya was, it was hard to imagine she didn't have her pick of the whole state of California.

She frowned, but in a way that somehow didn't compromise her joyful demeanor. "No, not really. It's rough out there. For a lot of men, there's nothing on earth you can do to make them put in any effort."

Disbelief plastered my face as I said, "Well I'm glad you're not settling for that. You deserve way better than that. You deserve everything."

She squeezed my right arm with her whole upper body, then said, "And the thing is - I had everything, but only for one night."

I wasn't sure exactly how to respond to that, but was saved by our caravan exiting the front of the restaurant and forming up on the sidewalk outside. It was a cool night in San Francisco, so everyone huddled together in their warm coats. Megan and Tara were rather entwined to share heat and Kevin and Leigh were a bit encumbered after reclaiming their luggage from the hostess; all of which left Maya to wrap one arm around my waist under my coat for warmth.

"Who's riding with who?" Tara asked urgently. We had two cars here - Tara's and mine, since Kevin and Leigh had taken a Lyft straight from the airport.

"I'm riding with you," Megan said to her.

"I have space for however many," I said in an effort to be flexible. Kevin and Leigh looked at me and nodded - they were riding with me.

"I'll ride with you, too - if there's still space," Maya said.

"Plenty," I answered.

"Okay, then everyone knows the way. See you back at our place!" Megan shouted, and then her and Tara turned and ran off as one flirty unit toward wherever Tara had parked.

I led my crew to our car and we piled in. Kevin and Leigh climbed into the backseat together as Maya rode shotgun next to me. Maya immediately set to finding appropriate music while I pulled out of the parking garage. By the time we hit the first traffic light, Maya had us listening to Dirty Computer by Janelle Monae. The car unanimously expressed its approval with a chorus of enthusiastic Oooooohhhs at her choice. Personally, I loved this album's unapologetically erotic vibe.

"It's crazy that you all met at Carnival and stayed in touch to hook up again State-side," Maya said in an effort to start the conversation.

I smirked to myself as I looked out at the road. My relationship with everyone in the car was deeply sexual, yet both parties surely assumed that was unique to them. This evening was shaping up to be interesting!

"Yeah, we... had a really fun time together," Leigh answered cautiously from the backseat. Knowing our backstory, the care with which she chose her words was extremely evident to me.

Maya shifted in her seat in response, an inquisitive look on her face. Welp - maybe it had been obvious to her, too!

"And you two only met once before, over a year ago, right?" Kevin asked.

Maya nodded and said, "Yep! We met at a Halloween rave. Well, really, we met at Tara's party afterwards."

Kevin and Leigh looked at each other, their gears turning. It was Leigh who spoke up. "Wait! A Halloween rave? Why does that sound familiar? Did Megan tell us about that?"

"Didn't you all... have a foursome?!" Kevin asked.

"Oh my god you told them?!" Maya shouted, and slapped my arm from the passenger seat.

"How were we to know you'd all eventually meet each other?" I asked rhetorically.

Maya turned in her seat to face Kevin and Leigh in the backseat. "Yeah, we had a foursome, and it was the best sex of my life."

"Some of the best sex of my life also involved Liam and Megan," Leigh said ultra-casually.

"What?!" Maya exclaimed while slapping my arm again. "You, mister, are turning into a bit of a slut!"

I shrugged while keeping my eyes on the road and said, "No more of a slut than everyone else."

Maya returned her attention to the backseat. "You two had a foursome with them as well?"

I saw Leigh and Kevin look at each other in the rear view mirror. Kevin asked, "How many foursomes did we have with them? I lost track."

"Oh my god!!!" Maya exclaimed. "Here I thought I was special."

"You are special!" I said while reaching across toward the passenger seat, but she swatted my hand away.

"I don't know where that thing has been!" she croaked, then laughed uproariously for a bit, then took my hand.

"It had to have been... at least five," Leigh said, literally counting on her fingers.

"No wonder you all want to go back to Barbados..." Maya said.

"Liam and Megan slept with half the island!" Leigh said.

I looked at her in the rear view mirror and saw her making eye contact with me, smiling ear to ear. "Could you two stop getting me in trouble?" I asked politely.

"Okay okay, I'm done," Leigh said. She was still chuckling to herself.

"I want stories later," Maya said to me direly, just loud enough for me to hear. I looked at her and winked to confirm that I would tell her anything she wanted to know.

A few minutes later we pulled up to our house and all got out. Tara's car was already parked, so I knew she and Megan were back. We hurried toward the front door and scampered inside.

"Ayyyyy, y'all made it!" Megan said from the dining room table. She sat alone, a tower of Jenga bricks before her, having replaced our vase of flowers as the evening's centerpiece.

"Where's Tara?" I asked.

"Making drinks!" came Tara's voice from the kitchen. She emerged with gin and tonics in each hand, sat them on the table, then spun on her heels to grab the next two. Incredibly, she was wearing Megan's discarded thong around her neck as a necklace. Before long, all six of us were piled around the table with refreshing gin and tonics in front of us, complete with ample lime juice and even a slice of fresh cucumber. I was sitting in the back, with the kitchen wall behind me. To my right was Leigh and then Kevin. Continuing counter-clockwise came Megan and then Tara on the far side of the table, and last was Maya, directly on my left.

"Tara, these are good," I said after my first tip.

"Thank you!" she gushed.

"Okay, the infamous Jenga game!" I said, turning my attention back toward the tower. "What are our rules? How are we going to play this?"

Megan grabbed a bar napkin-sized piece of paper covered in writing and started to read. "Dearest Megan, I hope you find people to play this with in California. Some of the bricks are pretty fun, so maybe don't play with any prudes. My suggestion: establish a penalty for whoever knocks over the tower and play as many rounds as you like. Love you and miss you already, Katie."

"Awww, Katie!!!" Leigh said about a person she'd never met. "That is so sweet!"

"I like the idea of a penalty. What should we go with?" Kevin asked.

Megan cut in and proclaimed, "I'm the birthday girl, so I say you have to follow one command from me."

"But what if you lose?" Kevin asked.

Megan answered immediately, saying, "Then I have to follow a command from..." Her eyes scanned the table slowly as she considered.

"From Liam!" Leigh said. "He's the one who organized this whole night."

Megan looked at me, and I said, "Plus, you have to follow my orders at some point tonight anyway - so that could count," I said.

"Okayyyyy, tell us more!" Tara said while clapping her hands in excitement.

"Let's just say, Megan lost a bet," I replied mysteriously.

The table was rowdy for a few seconds as that sank in, then Kevin decided to get the game started and simply stood, reached in, and grabbed a brick. He turned it over and read aloud, "Finish half of your drink." He placed his brick on top of the tower, picked up his gin and tonic, and chugged.

Leigh went next, following the convention that games proceed clockwise. She took a brick from the same level as Kevin, leaving the first balance point halfway up the tower. "Truth or dare with the person of your choice." She scanned the table, then looked at me and said, "Liam - truth or dare."

"Oh fuck," I breathed. "Umm... dare."

Leigh thought briefly before saying, "Let me sit in your lap until it's my turn again."

"Hope you don't mind getting poked!" Megan blurted out while failing to contain laughter.

"That's literally the point," Leigh said as she scooched into my lap.

The pressure of her body on my groin and thighs felt amazing. She sat as far back into me as possible, pressing her back into my chest. She smelled amazing, and I happily wrapped my arms around her waist and enjoyed the feeling of holding her. My dick grew steadily underneath her ass, but her body weight kept it from elevating like it normally would. All it could do was grow outward toward my knees, instead of skyward like it wanted to. That applied a very distinct upward pressure directly between Leigh's beautiful ass cheeks that I knew she felt. To make matters worse, she began to ever so subtly shift herself to drag her ass around my erection, which only pulled in more blood.

"Wait, it's my turn - how am I supposed to go?" I asked. I couldn't see the tower at all.

"Try your best," Leigh said without sympathy or remorse, but did lean back to her right, toward her empty seat, to give me a view. It was so early in the game that I easily found a loose block. "Tell everyone your first impression of them."

The table hollered in excitement, and I decided to go around left to right, starting with Maya.

"Let's see - Maya, you were wearing that witch costume last Halloween and..." my voice tapered off, briefly unsure about admitting this. "I could see your underwear under your skirt and I... kept imagining taking them off you."

"That's not an impression of me!" she said, though her excitement at my immediate attraction to her was clear.

"Okay okay. Later on at the rave, when you started flirting with me, I was impressed at how brave you were."

Maya wiggled in her chair happily.

"Tara," I continued. "I first met you at that lunch in Oakland and I thought you were really funny, smart, and pretty. I also didn't realize you were a lesbian."

"That's because you're not a woman I want to flirt with," she replied with a laugh. That was probably true, but it was surely also because she was still extremely feminine.

"Megan - I think everyone here already knows. We were co-workers, and my immediate impression was to be intimidated. She was so beautiful and absolutely ran that office. I was really nervous when my first project was on her team."

Megan just about melted into her chair. She'd heard this story a thousand times but never tired of one more telling.

"Kevin, let's see - we of course met on that beach in Barbados. I first appreciated that you didn't have any bravado to you. In like - five minutes - we were talking like old friends. I liked you right away."

Kevin smiled sincerely. Sadly, male friends don't compliment each other enough, so that had probably been a fairly unique experience.

"And lastly, Leigh." I squeezed her torso and she leaned further back into my embrace. "You were standing behind Kevin with your long sexy body and your dragon tattoos - OH! - and your long box braids, and shit. I never imagined anything like this would ever happen in a million years, but I maybe pictured it a little bit. And then I got my first real impression of you in the hot tub that night while Megan and Kevin were passed out like a couple o' kiddos. I knew you would be a really good friend; which at the time was still all I thought you would ever be."

"Awww, Liam!" she said while wiggling in an attempt to sink deeper yet into my embrace.

Maya looked at us with not a small amount of jealousy, then said, "Alright - my turn!", and reached in. She tested a few bricks before finding a loose one, then extracted it and read aloud, "Lose two articles of clothing. Oh fuck!"

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" Megan and Tara began chanting in unison. The sweet moment from my first impressions was over - the game was back on!

"You guys - I'm only wearing three garments!" We all appreciated her black fit and flare dress and could imagine what those three garments were - the dress we could see plus a bra and panties underneath.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" Megan and Tara continued chanting without an ounce of pity. Tara was a lesbian and Megan was very bisexual, so both were as excited to see Maya's body tonight as anyone else at the table.

"Un-fucking-believable," Maya complained one last time before standing up and pulling her dress upward over her head. The body she revealed was outstanding. Her flat tummy gave way to a round butt and lean legs and was topped by perfect B-cup breasts sitting in a black bralette. Her matching set of undies was lacy and adorable, but we only got to enjoy her bralette for a few seconds before she defiantly unclipped it and tossed it aside. Her tits were absolutely perfect - medium-sized, tight, and round with perfectly centered dark areolas. She could never have a tremendous amount of cleavage, but I wouldn't have changed a thing about her. I remembered that I could fit most of one of her breasts in my mouth, which I wanted to do again right now.

"Jesus Christ you're hot," Tara said, her hunger for Maya evident. She'd told me the morning after the Halloween rave that "Maya used to be the hottest one in the friend group until we met Megan", but sadly for Tara, Maya was more or less completely straight. I got the sense that Tara would give anything to cast a one-night lesbian spell on Maya.

Leigh raised one hand and everyone quieted and looked at her. "I can confirm that Liam agrees," she said, which sent the table into explosive laughter.

"Can you at least turn the heat up?" Maya said after the ruckus calmed down.

"Turn the heat up? That's my love language!" Megan said as she shot up and ran to the thermostat.

I looked over at Maya and made eye contact. She smiled at me, a mix of embarrassment and pride, if I read her expression correctly. "You are beautiful," I mouthed to her, which made her smile ear to ear. No one else saw my side of our exchange, because Leigh was still on my lap and blocked their line of sight.

"Okay, my turn!" Tara said. She reached forward and swatted the tower, knocking the whole thing down and sending bricks across the table. "Oops! Now I have to do whatever Megan says. Megan! What's my punishment?"

Megan looked like she was in heaven as she walked back from the thermostat. "Did you just knock the tower town?!"

"I did. Punish me," Tara replied simply.

"Okay, umm - take off your pants and bend over that couch. Everyone gets two smacks of your ass."

"Yes ma'am!" Tara said as she stood and began fidgeting with her black leather pants. They were skin tight and came off rather slowly, but in only a few seconds Tara was also reduced to her white top, pink panties, whatever bra was hiding under her shirt, and Megan's thong around her neck. She bent over the couch, popping her ass in the air for all to smack.

We left the table and filed past Tara, each smacking her ass twice. Maya went first, hitting Tara's ass with some effort, but not terribly hard. I went next and mirrored her intensity. Tara yelped with each hit and already her cheeks were turning red. Leigh followed me and really groped Tara's ass first, squeezing and kneading her cheeks before swinging.

Tara turned over her shoulder and said, "That was not part of the sentence, but I did enjoy it. More of that is encouraged."

Kevin went fourth and smacked her the hardest yet, which added a distinct sense of pain to Tara's reaction. Last to go was Megan, and she absolutely wound up before laying into Tara's ass with all her strength twice. Both smacks were deafening and sent Tara off the couch and scurrying around the dining room in pain.

"Fuuuuck, Megan! Owwww!" she wailed as she ran.

It was at least a minute before anyone could stop laughing, and finally Megan said, "That's what you get for losing on purpose. The next person to do that gets it way worse."

"Okay okay, no more of that," Tara agreed. We all started to reassemble the game for the next round before Tara added, "But I don't regret anything."

I tried not to read anything written on the scattered bricks, but couldn't help myself and did notice one. It read "Take the person of your choosing into a different room for the rest of the game." Shit - this game had a high ceiling!

We finished setting up the next round and everyone returned to their seats - including Leigh, who reasoned that her brick from the last game would not still be in effect. Megan went first this time, as she would have been next, and pulled a brick from the bottom of the tower.

"The person to your left gives you a truth or dare," she said. Kevin sat to her right, and she looked at him expectantly.

Kevin was unexpectedly on the spot and went wide-eyed as he thought fast. "Okay, umm - yeah, truth or dare? I guess that's how this goes."

"DARE!" Megan replied.

"Okay - dare. Umm, let's see. You're already only wearing one garment, so I won't make you take that off."

"Awwwww, man!!" Tara whined.

Kevin looked back and forth at the women flanking him - his wife Leigh on his left and Megan on his right. "Do to Leigh what you quite obviously want Tara to do to you."

Leigh's eyes lit up as she shot out of her seat in an instant and rounded the table toward the couch, in anticipation of giving Megan more space to operate.

Megan watched her scoot around the table behind Kevin's chair and said, "To be clear, I'd want Leigh to do this to me, too."

"Oh I will, baby, I will," Leigh said as she sat on the couch.

"That dress is really in the way," Megan said as she followed Leigh's path.

Leigh stood, reached behind herself to undo the zipper, and let her tight cream dress entirely fall to the floor. She stood in matching sheer brown undies and a bra that weren't a terribly different shade from her mocha skin. At the sight of yet another beautiful feminine body, Tara hollered encouragingly from the table.

And there was that dragon tattoo again. Good god it was hot! Leigh's back was fully decorated by two twin, mirrored dragons on either side of her spine, locked in an eternal staring contest and swirling down her back and ribs before ending with their scaly tails and hind talons on her beautiful ass cheeks. It was the most erotic and captivating tattoo I'd ever seen.

"Spread 'em," Megan commanded, and Leigh parted her knees. Megan knelt, feigned like she was going straight for Leigh's crotch, then swerved upward at the last second and climbed on top of her. Megan hiked her own dress up to her tummy, then sat with her knees on either side of Leigh's hips, their beautiful chests lightly touching between them, and kissed her like her life depended on it. Their lips moved slowly and produced a loud smacking noise. When they briefly parted, thin strands of spit still connected their lips. They both struggled to breathe through it and eventually Megan had to pull away to suck in fresh air. She stood, ran her thumb across her lips to gather up some excess saliva, and pulled the bottom of her dress back before sauntering back toward the table.

"Good fucking god," Tara muttered.

Leigh remained frozen on the couch, as out of breath as if she'd just run a mile for time. Eventually, she collected herself and returned to her seat.

"Have fun, honey?" Kevin asked with a big, toothy grin.

"Just take your turn," Leigh replied, still a bit scattered.

Kevin looked at the tower with only one displaced brick and searched for his next choice. He found it, extracted it, and read aloud, "Strip naked."

The table absolutely erupted.

Kevin stood and removed his shirt in one swift motion, revealing that same physique I'd seen fifty times in Barbados. By the looks of it, Kevin hadn't missed many days at the gym since, nor did he miss any muscle groups in his schedule. The ladies shamelessly gawked at him - even Tara - and so he alternated flexing his impressive pecs one after the other. The ladies hooted and clapped at his display until he continued by removing his chinos. Now down to skin-tight stretchy boxers, the table's collective hunger skyrocketed.

"Care to do the final honors, birthday girl?" Kevin asked Megan.

She answered by standing up and moving a step away from the table, so Kevin maneuvered to stand directly in front of her. Megan dropped to her knees, curled her fingers underneath his elastic bland, then pulled down in one swift motion. Kevin's dick was huge - six inches when hard and as thick as anyone in the porn industry - and he looked impressive as hell standing naked in our dining room.

"Oh how I've missed you," Megan said wistfully to the dick only a few inches in front of her face. She leaned in, gave it the quickest of pecks, then stood and returned to her seat.

"That's it?!" Kevin cried. "That's a tease!"

"Not my problem - pick a better block next time," Megan said.

Leigh was next and her brick read, "Finish your drink." She scowled at the relatively uneventful command, but downed her gin and tonic all the same. "Now I need a refill..." she muttered to herself.

"Here - let me help," Tara said, and reached across the table to accept Leigh's empty glass. She also ended up taking Kevin's empty glass into the kitchen to refill both.

It was finally my turn again. I looked up and down the tower, found a loose brick, and pulled it out. "You better be good," I said before turning it over. "Either you or the person you showed up with loses three articles of clothing." I looked at Megan mischievously.

"You didn't show up with me!" Megan howled. "That's either you, Kevin, Leigh, or poor Maya over there. Leave me out of this!"

"Oh my god, she's right," Tara said in awe from the kitchen while she mixed more drinks. She briefly returned to literally high-five Megan, then the two planted their gaze back on my surprisingly difficult choice.

I looked over my options. Maya was already down to just her thong, so it felt cruel to pile on. But... holy shit did her bare tits look great! Leigh had stripped down to her sheer bra and panties on her own accord to make it easier for Megan to seduce her, but she looked comfortable where she was. Past her was Kevin... who was already naked. My final option was to choose myself - which is what I went with.

In a flash I grabbed the button of my polo and pulled it upward and over my head. I didn't look like exercising was my job, like Kevin, but I was regularly told I looked like a professional soccer player - an aesthetic it turned out most women rather liked.

"Okay, Liam!" Leigh shouted from my side. She started to clap her hands and was soon joined by the rest of the table. I undid my pants button and pulled them down, stopping at just my underwear as Kevin had. Maya to my left and Leigh to my right both gawked at the sight of my bulge, especially when I contracted the muscles in my dick and it visibly surged under its cotton prison.

I still felt the most bad for Maya, so I said to her, "You've been the biggest trooper tonight - care to do the honors?"

She wasted no time pulling down my final garment, but unlike Megan with Kevin, the kiss she planted on my dick turned into a short blowjob. She took the whole end of my dick in her mouth and swirled it around with her tongue. It only lasted a few seconds, but every flick wrapped me in soft warmth. That warmth turned cool real fast when she pulled away and her spit met the open air, but god was that a price worth paying.

Tara came back with the refilled gin and tonics for Kevin and Leigh right as Maya was ready to read her brick. "Choose two people to go in a room in private for 5 minutes. Skip their turns until their time is up."

To my right, I heard Leigh mutter a somber "Fuck..." under her breath.

Maya kept scanning the table before settling on Megan. "You know, I think the birthday girl deserves some time with Tara. I choose you two."

It was a shockingly selfless move! I was sure she would pull me away, and in fact I had been quite looking forward to it. But now, Tara and Megan were standing, taking each other's hands, and preparing to walk off into our bedroom.

"Don't wait up for us," Megan said over her shoulder as they neared the door.

"You have five minutes!" Kevin called out to them, but already his gaze was on the Jenga tower. Typical games of Jenga went way longer than this - so by normal standards, the tower was still pretty stable. Kevin found a brick bearing almost zero load and slid it out effortlessly. "Lose one garment," he read aloud, then tossed his brick into the middle of the table in disappointment since he was already naked. "Got my dick out around the most beautiful women I've ever seen, but nothing's happening."

"Damn shame," I said in solidarity with him, and we both shook our heads.

"I'm sorry to hear that, honey," Leigh said. She leaned in and poked a few bricks before finding one to her liking. She slid it out and read, "Take the person of your choice into the bathroom. Turn on the shower. Improvise."

"Oh shit!" I muttered.

Leigh looked up and down the table before settling on Maya and her husband, who she looked back and forth between repeatedly. "Maya, I want you to know, Kevin is an absolute god at sex. I'm telling you, a god. Just in case you get up to something. Liam, come with me."

I reached out and squeezed Maya's hand to send a quick message. I hope she interpreted it correctly, but I had to go. I stood and followed Leigh into our one and only bathroom, my dick swinging in the air after it cleared the edge of the table.

We stepped inside, closed the door, and I turned on the shower.

"I've missed you," she whispered while stepping directly into my embrace. I was leaning backward against the wall and she was right in front of me with her arms on my shoulders and her legs straight between mine.

"I missed you, too," I replied, and chomped on the empty air between us with my teeth. Leigh dodged me playfully, then, giggling, wrapped one hand around the back of my head and kissed me.

I was instantly back in Barbados. The memories came flooding back to me so viscerally that I briefly thought I had time traveled. It was like watching a movie - being in the pool with her, transferring to the shower, washing each other's bodies, applying cocoa butter, then cuddling and comforting each other in bed all evening; all while fucking at every stop.

We kissed for several minutes and eventually Leigh started to gently stroke my dick with her delicate hands. I opened my eyes for a second and saw our reflections in the mirror behind Leigh, which thankfully meant I had a perfect view of her backside. Her tattoo was of course an attention grabber, but Leigh's ass looked like what a chauvinistic male artist would draw to maximally objectify a female character. It was the perfect size and shape, with each cheek clocking in about the size of those miniature watermelons, and nearly as round. It also connected to her lithe but strong dancer's legs that were long and perfect and -- wrapping around my own legs!

The warmth of her skin up and down my body, her breath in my mouth, her fingers digging into my neck, her other hand stroking my dick - it was all so much! The skin on my tip felt like it damn near might explode when --

Knock knock knock.

"Hey, sorry guys - but I have to pee!" came Tara's voice.

"Fuck!" Leigh whispered, then said loudly, "One minute!"

"I'm sorry, I really have to go!" Tara insisted.

"We should let her have the bathroom," I whispered. "Katie didn't anticipate there only being one toilet when she wrote that command."

Leigh laughed at that and bobbed her head in reluctant agreement, then pulled away from me to straighten her undies and hair. We opened the door to exit and Tara wasted no time pushing past us to sit on the toilet. We weren't even out of the room yet before her stream hit the water.

I followed Leigh back to the table and saw Megan, Kevin, and Maya all sitting in their original spots. Maya looked at me with the biggest puppy eyes I'd ever seen on a human being and I smiled back at her excitedly.

"You're still dry," Maya said with a modicum of surprise.

"At least one of us is," Leigh interjected as she retook her seat. Her sexual frustration was extremely evident.

"Whose turn is it?" I asked.

"Still yours - we were just talking," Maya answered.

I looked back at the tower and considered my options. Most of the levels had at least one missing block, meaning we were entering the phase of the game where actual focus was needed to prevent a collapse. I found a brick I thought was a good choice, but it snagged in its place.

"You got this Liam, come on!" Megan said on the far side of the table. I looked up at her and smiled. She had clearly had a great few minutes in our bedroom with Tara, but hadn't lost any more clothes.

She kept looking at me with all of her love - but I had a brick to pull. I worked on my surprisingly tight choice until I gingerly nudged it free. I read aloud right as Tara returned to the table. "Find a food prop in the fridge. Everyone takes a turn eating it off your body." The ladies cheered at this development. "Well, at least I'm already naked. Won't get my clothes dirty!"

At the last second before sitting down coming back from the bathroom, Tara swerved into the kitchen and opened the fridge door. "Let's see, we've got - plenty of fruit, yogurt... ooh - whipped cream!"

"Check the pantry," Maya suggested, and Tara turned around and opened a folding door.

"Honey, chocolate syrup - unopened, though. Peanut butter. Okay, we have plenty of options," Tara said.

The whole table was looking at me, which didn't make sense to me, so I said, "I'm not the one eating this - you all choose."

"Bro, do I really have to eat food off you?" Kevin asked.

"What? You've never been naked eating food off another naked man before? Have you not lived?" I asked.

"Not since college," he replied flatly.

Leigh eventually did a double take and looked at him excitedly. "Wait, what did I just hear you say?"

Kevin looked at her and said, "Babe - I'm kidding."

I recalled that Leigh had asked if I was bi one of our first nights in the pool back in Barbados, explicitly because she'd hoped I might "convince Kevin". I guess Leigh wanted to have a threesome with two bisexual men, but sadly for her she married an entirely straight man. Win some, lose some had struck again!

Tara stole everyone's attention by plopping an armful of food items down on the table. "Okay, here's how it's going to go. Liam, lay your bare ass on your kitchen table. Now."

"Yes ma'am," I said, and climbed up onto the table to lay flat. My head was facing Maya on one end and my feet faced Kevin at the other.

"Can't say this is my favorite view," Kevin said as he tried not to look straight at my ballsack.

"Sorry buddy," I muttered to him.

"Enough, you two. Everyone can choose whatever food item they want and sprinkle it on Liam's body. You clean up after yourself, so don't put any more on than you want to take off."

"I'll go first," Megan said. She reached for the whipped cream, shook it, upended it over my still-hard dick, and covered my member with a mountain of white fluff. Then she dove in, chomping and sucking at the mound of whipped cream until the first signs of my dick appeared. She licked it clean, then dragged her tongue all around my groin to completely remove any traces.

"You missed some on his balls," Leigh said with a quick point.

"Thank you, baby," Megan replied warmly, then contorted herself to get her mouth down to the lowest depths where whipped cream had fallen. I felt her tongue in deep, dark places - and then I was clean.

"Very well done," Tara said. "Who's next?"

"I'll go!" Maya answered instantly. She grabbed the chocolate syrup, pulled the plastic wrapper off the cap, and poured a modest amount directly onto my lips. Then she walked over toward my seat for a better angle, leaned over me, and started to kiss me. Chocolate syrup immediately coated both of our cheeks, but this was one of the hottest, most electric kisses I'd ever had. The mix of the cocoa and sugar and her tongue and lips was amazing! The taste of chocolate disappeared after about a minute of kissing, at which point Maya transitioned into dragging her tongue all over my cheeks and chin to get the last of the syrup.

"Jesus, Liam - you live a good life, you know that?" Tara said when Maya had finished. "Who's next?"

"I'll go," Leigh said. "Liam, turn over."

The table was abuzz with excitement as I rolled over in place. Then, to my surprise, I felt Leigh's hands spread my cheeks and fill the void with small, cold objects. I was perfectly clean and shaved back there, so I wasn't worried about what came next - but this did still feel pretty compromising.

"You're putting strawberries between his buttcheeks?" Kevin asked in disbelief.

"Then I'm eating them," Leigh said very matter-of-factly. I felt her lips and face touch my ass - and then one of the cold objects disappeared. She crunched away, chewing and swallowing the strawberry.

"How are all of you outdoing each other like this? This is insane!" Tara exclaimed.

I felt Leigh's face touch my ass again, and so another strawberry disappeared. Then another, then after the fourth trip my cheeks were fully united with each other again.

"Girl, that was so awesome!" Megan said, obviously to Leigh.

"Liam, you really have a great butt," Tara added a second later. "I don't normally see naked men's butts, but yours looks - strong."

"Of course it does. Liam ain't the kind of guy to skip leg day!" Kevin said.

"Speaking of skipping things, you want to go next, or last?" Tara asked him.

"Fuck. I don't care. Let me just get this over with," he replied.

"Liam, turn back over," Leigh said. Once I was on my back again, she placed a single slice of banana on my belly button and looked at her husband. "One bite," was all she said.

"Fuck me," Kevin laughed. "Buddy, this never happened!" He then leaned in like a serpent - grabbing the banana and evacuating as fast as he could. For his troubles, the four women around the table erupted into applause.

"Well done!" Tara said. Now it was her turn and she looked across the remaining food items. She picked up the same chocolate syrup bottle Maya had used and drizzled a quarter-sized pool onto each of my nipples. "Since we opened this..." she muttered while squeezing the bottle.

"Oh shit, that's gonna feel goood," Megan said as Tara started to lean in.

Tara swirled her tongue around my left nipple first, spending at least 15 seconds seemingly attempting to suck milk out of me. It tickled a bit, but didn't feel like a ton. She then moved on to my right nipple and repeated the operation. More than anything, I just enjoyed her proximity, for though a lesbian with quite limited sexual interest in me, Tara was still beautiful and - it turned out - smelled like fresh flowers.

I hopped off the table and returned to my seat, then looked at Maya, whose turn it was to go next. She found a loose brick and pulled it out with some difficulty, but not an actual close call due to her patience. The table applauded her success when at last the wooden block came free, and then she read aloud, "Momma bird your drink into the mouth of your choice".

"Holy shit! We did not hang out with Katie enough!" Megan said while pounding the table.

Maya looked at me and curled her finger in the air. I scooted my chair toward her, then looked up as she stood above me and filled her mouth with her gin and tonic. Her wonderful, wonderful breasts were very close to my face and I wanted to suck on them oh so badly, but I kept my gaze skyward and my mouth open. As a consolation prize, I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my hands just above her ass. It felt incredibly intimate.

With puffy cheeks and pursed lips, Maya looked down at me, lined up our mouths, and released her gin and tonic. I swallowed as fast as I could to make sure I didn't fall behind and start choking or spilling third-hand drink everywhere. The taste was interesting, slightly diluted by her spit, but it was still mostly a recognizable gin and tonic. The exchange was erotic and sensual and my dick shot back to a full erection. I was a little surprised by that - I didn't know I would find that so hot, but I did.

When her mouth was finally empty, Maya wiped her lips with the back of her hand and looked at her glass longingly. She rattled it just a smidge and we all heard the clang of ice cubes. She was ready for more.

"Here, let me make you a refill," I said and headed into the kitchen with her glass. I bent low to get ice out of our freezer, then stood and was surprised to see that Maya had followed me. We were alone and completely out of sight from the dining room.

"Thanks for drinking my drink," she teased me.

"Thanks for... warming it up for me?" I replied, and we laughed together.

A rising chorus of anticipation, followed by the release of victory tumbled in from the dining room. We heard Tara say, "Have your way with a willing participant for 30 seconds".

"Who do you think she's going to pick?" Maya asked softly. She closed the full distance between us and wrapped her arm around my waist. Between the two of us, there was only one garment of clothing to be seen - her thong - and the soft warmth of her arm and shoulder and ribs and thigh all pressed against me was really distracting. I tried to remember what I had already poured into her glass, which was difficult.

"Megan is certainly a safe guess," I said while adding gin.

Just then we heard Tara make her decision. "You know, Kevin's not had enough action tonight and I've not had a meat treat in a long time. Kevin, to the couch!" The dining room exploded in excitement - though all of that noise had to come from just Megan and Leigh, since they were the only two not involved.

"Wow, guess you owe me something," Maya said, then kissed my shoulder. Her embrace was tender and her lips lingered on my skin for several seconds. Her kiss felt like a butterfly landing on your hand.

"Was there a wager?" I whispered back to her while squeezing her slice of lime above the glass.

"No, I just think you owe me something," she repeated, then kissed me again, this time higher up onto my neck.

"OH MY GODDDDD!!!!!" Megan and Leigh shouted in unison. Something incredible was happening in the dining room.

"And what's that?" I asked. I handed Maya her drink and now with both hands free, wrapped one arm around her. We stood together, side-by-side, holding each other with one arm each. She was nestling into my shoulder and I rested my chin on the top of her head. She inhaled deeply, drinking in my scent.

Maya sat her drink back on the counter to have at least one free hand, then used it to strategically grab me. "This."

"Ooh, cold!" I exclaimed involuntarily.

"Sorry!" she laughed, and further sank into my chest. Her cheek was flush against my pec as she giggled at her mistake. She pressed her hand flush to my abs to warm her skin, but then we were interrupted.

"Guys, get out here, you've got to see this!" Megan said from the kitchen entryway.

Maya and I looked at each other and smiled. She seemed happier for having enjoyed this quiet moment together and released me to move toward Megan.

"Come on, hurry!" Megan repeated, waving us on.

The three of us came around the corner to the conjoined dining and living room and - oh my god! - Tara was kneeling in front of Kevin, sucking his dick like I would not have imagined a lesbian knew how to do! She was using both hands and going after him. The gawk gawk gawk sound of oral sex thundered in our living room. Kevin's head was back with closed eyes and pursed lips.

Megan came up to me and cuddled under my arm, just as Maya had been doing in the kitchen. I tore my eyes away from the incredible sight on the couch and looked down at her.

"What an amazing birthday party - thank you! Are you having fun?" she asked me.

"I sure am," I whispered to her, which prompted her to launch up onto her tippy-toes and kiss me.

And it was then that I realized something surprising. Both Maya and Leigh saw Megan kiss me, and neither one of them showed even the tiniest flash of jealousy. Yet, when I showed attention to either one of them, the other always looked jealous. And this, I could only presume, was because they knew that everything here with me was make-believe except for my relationship with Megan. The fact that either of them got to enjoy intimacy with me was all by the grace of Megan's unusual generosity. There was no competing with Megan - I was fully hers, and sometimes she agreed to loan me out. But with each other, well - then they had to compete for who would get to enjoy my company while the loan was good.

I hated that. I felt tremendous love and appreciation for both Maya and Leigh, and I hated the fact that acting on either of those desires would hurt the other person. I shook my head and scolded myself - all of this was happening because I had arranged this. How had I not anticipated this?

"You okay?" Megan asked me.

"So good," I said and kissed her forehead. There wasn't anything I could do about this problem now, but acting sad or disengaging would only make Megan think I was feeling jealous about her activities - which I was not. Just as much as she loaned me out with confidence that I was always hers at the end of the day, I too loaned her out to Tara on Halloween or Kevin back in Barbados, always knowing that she would come home. Nothing she had done tonight was a breach of contract - not even close - so I smiled and kissed her forehead a second time.

"Oh god, I was so close!" Kevin complained as Tara abruptly got back on her feet.

"I got my meat treat fix. Hopefully your next brick is a winner," Tara said, then kissed her finger tips and pressed them to Kevin's lips.

"Baby, you okay?!" Leigh laughed as he moped his way back toward the table.

"I'll live..." he eventually said.

"Megan, your turn!" Tara said, and then Megan threw me the quickest peck before darting back around toward her seat. I also settled back in while she found and pulled a brick.

"Massage the person to your left on the body part of their choosing."

"Two in a row!" Kevin exclaimed in joy, his spirits sky high once again.

"Where would you like my attention, and with which part of me? I'll throw that in at no extra charge," Megan said.

Kevin looked her dead in the eye with incredible focus and said, "I want you to massage my dick with your pussy."

The house... erupted.

Leigh leaned back in her chair and covered her screaming mouth in excitement and disbelief. Megan shot up out of her chair and started running around the couch. Tara pounded the table and hollered like a high schooler watching a food fight. Maya simply exclaimed, "Holy fuuuuuuck," in a voice that likely only carried to me. And I, speechless and slack-jawed, found myself picturing how it would go down.

Megan eventually came to a stop and tried to collect her breath while also saying, "Okay okay okay -- where do you want me?"

Kevin shook his head. "Where do you want me? I'm innocent here. You're massaging me."

"Oh Jesus Christ," Megan scoffed. "Okay, sit on the edge of that couch," she said, pointing toward its back side which faced the dining room table.

Maya leaned in to me and whispered, "Is this really going to happen? Are you okay with this?"

I turned toward her and whispered back, "They already fucked while we were in Barbados. Megan and I have never said this formally, but at this point I think we just have an open relationship."

Maya bobbed her head in understanding, then, possibly further encouraged by the words "open relationship", rested her near hand on the inside of my thigh. She traced her fingers over my skin which tickled my leg hair and made me smile.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Kevin was plopping his bare ass on the top of our closest couch which faced the TV and away from the dining room table, meaning he was still facing us. He was stroking his dick, but it was still fully hard from Tara's blowjob a second ago. The thing looked like a battering ram that could break down a castle's front gates.

Megan stood in front of him, kissed his cheek, then turned around and hiked up her dress.

"Come on now, let's get this off you," Kevin said as he also grabbed the bottom of her rising dress and helped pull. Megan seemed happy enough with that idea and collectively they pulled it up over her hair. That put her down to just her bra, but Kevin wasted no time unclipping it and letting that fall away, as well. And then they were standing naked together, all their toned muscles looking godly, Megan's curves and Kevin's washboard abs perfect complements. They were both so good-looking, this almost felt like some softcore porn with highly paid actors that would be all tease and never truly show the goods.

Megan pushed her giant, athlete's ass back until her cheeks enveloped his dick. She had to raise herself up on her tippy-toes to get her pussy to the height of his dick - but all that did was make her calves look even better. Once in position, she started to twerk, and you could see how good it felt by the euphoric look on Kevin's face.

"Is he in her?" Tara muttered. It wasn't easy to tell from their positioning whether his dick was actually in her pussy, or still shoved between her ass cheeks.

"Oh you'll know when he's in me," Megan answered. She kept twerking her ass, dragging her sopping wet pussy up and down over the bottom of his dick. Then, after twenty or so seconds of that, she reached around her ass, grabbed something thick, shifted herself a bit, and sank backwards.

"He's in her now," Tara said matter-of-factly.

Kevin's expression was pure sexual bliss, but it was nothing compared to Megan's. Her lips were frozen in a wide O, her eyes pierced an arbitrary spot on the wall as she focused on the wave of sensations, and her breathing went supersonic. She allowed herself only a few seconds to collect herself before she resumed twerking - this time with Kevin inside her.

"Fuck, you can hear it - it's so hot," Tara mumbled. It was true - the squishing noise of Megan's wetness was easily audible. Our dining room was completely silent but for the involuntary sounds produced by their bodies, as all four spectators watched with absolute captivation.

Maya's hand wandered deeper into my lap until she found my dick. I spared her the quickest of glances - her other hand was pretty clearly rubbing her pussy under the table. Fuuuuck!

True to the text of the Jenga block, Kevin didn't move a muscle while he sat on our couch, leaving every single bit of movement to come from Megan's swirling hips. And swirl she did, and with pelvic control that would have impressed any backup dancer in any rap music video ever filmed.

"Oh shit, if you keep going--" Kevin croaked with some urgency.

"What?" Megan asked in a tone that made it very clear she absolutely knew what.

"Megan, I'mma nut!" Kevin said.

As she had done with me a thousand times, Megan twirled around and knelt, taking his dick in her mouth and jerking its base. He groaned as he orgasmed, but none of us ever saw any of his load because Megan's lips were wrapped tightly around his glans and she perfectly caught every drop. She stroked and stroked and stroked for twenty more seconds until he dried up, then stood, planted a quick peck on his lips, and stepped away.

"I -- what -- holy fuck..." Kevin gasped.

"Guess what, love?" Leigh asked, and he slowly found the mental clarity to look at her. "It's your turn."

"Oh my god," he gasped, then stumbled back to his seat. Before looking at the Jenga tower, he stared directly at Megan, who was intensely smiling at him. "Baby, you are a goddess. Ain't no other way to put it." Then he looked at me and said, "Liam - you're a lucky man. A good man, you deserve her. But still lucky."

"Just take your turn, baby," Leigh said.

Kevin pulled out a block and said, "You and one other person finish their drink. Oh thank god - I needed a minute!" He downed his second gin and tonic in a single massive gulp, then scanned the table for the most full drink. That was Maya by a long shot, since I'd just topped her off, so he nodded at her. Maya's hands happened to both be busy, but she released my dick and picked up her drink.

"This is a lot - I'll need a minute," she said before taking her first gulp.

"We've got time - bottoms up!" Tara hollered and gently pushed upward on the bottom of her glass. Maya did her best to keep pace, but a non-trivial bit of her drink overflowed from her mouth, ran down her chin, and dripped onto her breasts and lap.

"Liam, isn't it your job to catch her drink?" Megan laughed as the last of her drink disappeared.

Maya tried to laugh, but the gas in her belly had other ideas, and instead she burped pretty loudly. She smiled bashfully and wiped her mouth, then sank back into her chair to relax. That had been a lot of tonic to chug...

Leigh pulled a block, which left the tower swaying precariously, before reading, "The person of your choice gives you a truth or dare. Okay, birthday girl - and, dare, obviously."

Megan rubbed her hands together excitedly. "I'm going to take a page out of Kevin's book and choose exactly what I want. I dare you to eat my pussy and make me cum!"

"With pleasure," Leigh said, then stood and led Megan back to the couch. She knelt between Megan's legs and kissed her inner thighs, working concentrically inward until she finally placed one teasing kiss on her clit.

"Oh goddddd, Leigh - that feels so good!" Megan moaned.

Leigh inserted two fingers into Megan's pussy and ate her passionately, but softly. Megan's pitch and volume slowly but steadily climbed. Muscles up and down her body tightened like she was bracing for a car crash. Her breathing became stilted and heavy. She reached out and ran her fingers through Leigh's braids. And then, after only a few minutes of steady licking and fingering, her orgasm arrived. Megan's moans filled the room and she gasped for air like she had been holding her breath for a whole minute. Leigh did not stop, but in short order Megan could take no more and pulled herself away. Her body always reacted to an orgasm by becoming overly sensitive for an hour or so, so just ten seconds after every orgasm she ever had, she couldn't tolerate a single additional lick.

Leigh leaned back on her heels and licked her fingers triumphantly. "That, baby, was the most fun birthday present I've ever given."

I looked at Kevin as he scrunched his face. "Wait - what?"

"Shh", Leigh said to him as she slid behind his chair and wrapped back around the table to her spot.

Megan remained on the couch and waved in the table's general direction. "Keep taking turns without me - I'll come back when it's my turn. I just need a minute..."

"Okay, that makes it my turn," I said. The Jenga tower was definitely late-stage now and leaned precariously at the slightest touch. Luckily, we had piled several new layers of bricks on top and those contained a few loose options. I went to touch one, but Tara interrupted me.

"No top bricks - we already know what those say. Original positioned bricks only. What say we?"

I nodded in agreement and said, "That's actually a great house rule. I accept." I looked lower, below the layers of neat and tidy blocks up top, and found a candidate. It did not really want to move, but I spent over a minute coaxing it out, and eventually held it in my hand. "The person of your choice spanks you ten times."

"Ooooh, very fun," Tara said.

"Could you imagine if he picked Kevin?" Leigh quipped.

"Almost Kevin. Instead - his partner," I said.

Leigh lit up like a Christmas tree and happily tip-toed back behind her husband for what felt like the twentieth time. I joined her and bent over the couch, even going so far as to spread my legs a bit.

"Not this angle again. I can't watch," Kevin said, and I laughed quite a bit when I realized I was pointing my ass directly at him. That was incidental, because Megan was still on the couch in front of me and I'd wanted to look at her.

Leigh walked up to me and placed one hand on my hip bone. "Now, just so you know, this hurts me as much as it does you," she joked.

"We'll see about that. But, I've definitely been a bad, bad boy -- so you better set me straight," I said to her with devious eyes.

The first smack came in hot and rang loudly in the room. The pain was significant, but manageable. Meanwhile, I already caught her shaking her hand in the air to clear the waves of pins and needles it was experiencing. The second smack was just as loud, and on the same spot, which left my right buttcheek feeling hot and tingly. Fuck - there was truly no denying it - I certainly liked a little bit of pain in sex. My growing dick was clear and present evidence.

Smack smack smack!

I winced and writhed on the couch, but Leigh actually had to take a lap around the couch because her left hand hurt so much. "I take it back - I think this hurts me MORE than it hurts you!" she cackled.

"Five to go," I taunted. "Think you can handle it?"

"Oh you watch your mouth!" she snapped back at me, then appeared on my other side and ripped off five straight strikes. Smack smack smack smack smack!

Between us, four areas were bright red - both of her palms and both of my buttcheeks. But, I stood, looked at her, and nodded at her job well done. I also gasped a little bit at how incredible she looked, still standing in her sheer bra and panties. Her dark nipples were quite clearly visible through that sheer material and I wanted so badly to take that off her and fuck her -- but then I remembered Maya. Fuck! Why had I done this to myself?!

"Okay, my turn," Maya said, as if on cue. Her tone made it very clear that she was ready to move on from the previous round. She carefully studied for a loose block amongst the lower levels. The bottom row itself still had two, including the center brick, so she tediously shimmied out the block on the other side. She lifted the log and read, "Take the person of your choosing into a different room for the rest of the game."

Oh my god - it was the piece I accidentally read between games!

"Damn, that feels like the winning block," Tara commented.

Maya scanned the table, but there had never been any real mystery. She was straight, so she wasn't going to take any of the women, and of the two men, she had a crush on one and the other had just orgasmed. "Liam, come with me."

"As you wish," I said while standing.

"What room should we use?" she asked.

"Just take our bedroom," Megan said with surprisingly little emotion, still from the couch. She wasn't sad or mad or upset or anything - she just thought it was super obvious that should use the most comfortable bed in the house.

"As you wish," Maya said to Megan, then grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the house.

I stared at her gorgeous back and ass while we walked and in no time my heart was pounding and sending blood to all the right places. I was so excited to get that thong off of her!

As I walked into my own bedroom and Maya closed the door behind me, I spared a thought for Leigh. There wasn't anything I could do for her now, but I hoped to be able to make this up to her. Obviously, I wasn't dating either of them - I was entirely Megan's - and so I couldn't possibly cheat on either Maya or Leigh. Still, I felt horribly for Leigh and wanted to hold and comfort her.

But I had no time for that thought because Maya immediately kissed me with tremendous pent up passion.

"Fuck! I was about to DIE if that game went any longer!" Maya mumbled between kisses. Her breasts were pressed into my ribs and her hands explored every square inch of my body. I returned that favor, including snaking my fingers underneath her thong's band and tugging.

"You want these off?" she asked. I nodded, and she said, "Then take them off. With your mouth..."

I said nothing, but knelt behind her while making a big show of placing my hands behind my back, as if they were bound by rope. I leaned into her waist and was overcome with the smell of her arousal. She smelled so rich and sweet and wonderful that I knew I had to taste her pussy as fast as possible! But, I also wanted to build up this moment and take my time, so I first kissed her tummy and her hips and her thighs - everywhere but where she wanted.

"Get them off me..." she whined. No - begged.

Finally I pushed my tongue upward beneath her thong's top band to create room or my teeth to get behind the fabric. I pulled them down easily and released them after my head passed her knees. Her thong fell the rest of the way to her ankles and she gracefully stepped out of them.

I looked at her pussy and almost passed out. It was buttery smooth, just how I liked, and literally dripping. Multiple strands connected her lips to her thighs, and now her aroma was unconstrained and hit me like a truck.

"How much have you thought about that night?" she whispered.

"It's been... what? Fourteen months? So that's about 400 days. I'd say six or seven times per day. So - thousands of times?" I replied.

Maya giggled and pulled me back to my feet by her shoulders. "You're so sweet," she said before resting her head on my chest.

Just then we heard a loud CRASH from the kitchen, accompanied by a chorus of screams and shouts. Heavy footsteps raced toward the door, which shot open, revealing Tara to us.

"Megan knocked over the tower! I repeat, this is a Code Red - Megan has knocked over the tower!"

It dawned on me why Tara had run this way - our house rule was that whoever lost a round had to do whatever Megan said; unless it was Megan that lost, in which case I was to dole out the punishment.

"Megan, is this true?" I called out from the bedroom.

"All the loose blocks were on top!" she cried.

"Okay, that means it's punishment time! Plus, you lost that push-up bet months ago, so it looks like your chickens have all come home to roost," I said.

Megan shook her head slowly and direly. "Oh no - oh god!"

"Megan... Plaything... I hereby sentence you to ten minutes of sexual slavery to everyone in this room. You are the village sex toy. The clock begins..." I looked at the wall and saw the time read 11:43pm, "now. You are not a free woman again until that reads 11:53. Begin!"

Tara wasted zero time, stripping off her panties, pushing Megan back onto the couch on her back, and climbing on top of her to sit on her face. Megan got right to licking, which meant Tara had a hard time getting her words out as she said, "Also - that game is over, so I think technically you two can come back out," to Maya and me.

"No thanks, we'll stay a while longer," Maya answered for us, then took my hand and dragged me back into my bedroom. I put up no resistance and the last thing I saw before Maya closed the door was Leigh sliding between Megan's legs to do something additional to her pussy. Poor Megan would still be sensitive - but I had confidence in her commitment to the game.

The door clicked shut under Maya's touch and with the rest of the group occupied, we truly felt alone together.

"Now, where were we?" she prompted.

"I think you were telling me how sweet I am," I said.

"Because you were telling me how often you think about me," she countered.

"How could I not?" I whispered.

She looked up at me sweetly. "You are so selfless in bed. I want to make this all about you."

"All about me?" I echoed uncertainly.

She nodded. "What is a fantasy you have that goes unscratched?"

I scrunched my face. The last year hadn't left many sexual stones unturned, so I honestly wasn't sure.

Sensing that my gears were turning, she started to offer ideas. "You could tie me up. I could tie you up. We could do ass play, or you can use my feet, or we could invite more people in here. I'd even let you give me a golden shower... in the shower," she said, ending with a chuckle.

"I don't want anything that doesn't turn you on," I replied. "What of that list does it for you?"

"I like a little ass play sometimes?" she answered, but her tone carried an uncertainty that I read as her asking whether it was even okay for her to want that.

"Who doesn't?" I said in an effort to make her feel comfortable. It worked, as she visibly relaxed right away. "What sort of ass play do you like?"

She looked side to side, visibly too nervous and unsure to answer.

"I could lick your ass. I could finger it. I could finger it while I fuck you. I could of course fuck your ass, if you like anal," I prompted. Our conversation had done a 180 in the last minute, with me now proposing things she might like instead of the inverse, but I didn't care. Whatever we did was going to make me cum, and my biggest kink remained driving my partner wild. I'd done or would do any of the things she listed; but with each partner I only liked to do what they liked.

"You would lick my ass?!" she asked.

To answer, I turned her around and shoved her forward onto the bed. She yelped in glee while in the air, and I pounced on her as soon as her face hit the mattress. I pulled her cheeks apart and marveled at how her adorable little asshole winked at me repeatedly. She was moaning already.

Her pussy and ass were recently shaved, or waxed, or something, and had no visible hair. I decided to jiggle her ass cheeks up and down, always in opposing directions from each other, because with Megan that always let me hear how wet she was. Sure enough, the sliding pressure on her body caused her pussy to emit soft squishing sounds -- Maya was really fucking wet!

I leaned in and twirled my tongue around her asshole. It tasted pristine, like she'd washed it ten minutes ago, so I immediately knew I would be here for a while. Her moans went high pitch and shrill, and they sounded decidedly involuntary. My tongue did lap after lap after lap, all of which was just a warm up for my true favorite part of this. In a move I had no idea whether she anticipated, I stiffened my tongue and drove it straight into her ass, past the tight gatekeeper of her sphincter and into her pitch black cavernous interior.

"LIAM!" she squealed, which only drove me to tongue-fuck her harder.

I had an iron grip on her ass cheeks and held her still as she reflexively tried to crawl away. I forcibly stirred my tongue round and around her ass, enjoying all of her unique smells and flavors. None of them were unpleasant. No, I didn't think that was possible for a woman as beautiful and inviting as Maya.

"Holy fuck, Liam! Fucking shit! That feels so fucking good! Oh my god Liam! Fuck!"

I had been trying to prevent myself from drooling, but with my tongue sticking out of my mouth, that was a losing battle. Eventually my drool started to rain out of my lips and down my tongue. Some pooled up in her buttcrack, but some drained straight into her ass. It was so unbelievably hot that my dick shot to its full size in just a few seconds, probably looking like a time lapse video of a growing plant along the way.

"Jesus Liam! Can you keep playing with my ass while you fuck me?" she asked.

Again, I answered with action. I forcibly tossed Maya onto her side, crawled over her bottom leg, and slid my dick into her tight pussy.

"Oh Jesus Christ, I forgot how big your cock is!" she gasped breathlessly.

She was on her left side, so I palmed her right ass cheek with my left hand. This put all of my fingers except for my thumb in and around her buttcrack. I found her slippery butthole with my pointer and index fingers and lightly traced her sphincter. All the while, my seven rock-hard inches were slowly pistoning in and out of her pussy which sounded like macaroni in a pot, just as Cardi B had so eloquently put it in WAP.

"Jesus Liam, please fuck my ass!" Maya begged me.

I slid in one finger first, then my second - plunging both in all the way to the hilt.

"OH GOD!" Maya screamed.

I explored her ass with my fingers, diving straight in until I felt my own dick on the other side of her fleshy divide, then curling them every which way to stimulate her as much as possible. Ultimately, I settled on fucking her ass like my fingers were a dildo and syncing those thrusts with my hips to fill her up as much as possible on each stroke. She wailed unintelligibly, but in unmistakable sexual joy. When she did manage to find language, it was to beg me not to stop.

I felt the precursor to Maya's orgasm as her pussy walls exploded with her lubricants. The sensations on my dick, already indescribable, improved tenfold. Maya shook as her orgasm finally arrived, and at the same time I knew my own orgasm was mere seconds away. I said as much, and Maya frantically grunted, "Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in me!"

And so I did. I detonated inside Maya, flooding her pussy with cum. It coated both of us in a second then started to build up on her beautiful pussy lips with each of my subsequent strokes. Any possibility of friction inside her was gone. I slid in and out almost like I wasn't even in her at all - so smooth had our orgasms made our union. My two fingers sat idle in her ass, buried to the hilt. I wiggled them playfully and she giggled into her hands. Those giggles turned into an eruption of laughter and I watched her shake in unmitigated joy with a deep smile on my face. She was impossibly adorable.

"Liammmmm," she said at last. "I swear to god, how am I supposed to find satisfaction fucking other men? Do you know what it's like out there?!"

"I do not," I answered simply, and she laughed again.

Loud noises from the living room grabbed our attention and I cast Maya a "Go see what they're up to?" expression.

"You gonna survive, not having eaten my pussy?" she asked, remembering my obsession with going down on her last time.

"It'll be a miracle, but I think so; and I definitely want to see what they're doing to Megan."

"Okay," Maya said, not unhappily, and scooted across the bed to find her thong.

I had nothing to put back on, so I said, "See you out there," and slipped out the door. I quickly stepped into the bathroom to wash my hands, then burst onto a wild scene in the dining room.

Megan was on the couch, blindfolded, gagged, and tied - all with improvised kitchen towels. Each of her wrists was tied to the same side's ankle, suspending her limbs in the air. She sat on our couch and moaned softly, a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, in total the sounds of a person at their limit.

She was surrounded by the other three - Tara, Kevin, and Leigh. Kevin and Leigh were on the couch by her side gently caressing her body, dragging their fingers up and down her skin, around her nipples, down her tummy, and back again. Their touch was as light as a morning breeze, just enough to activate her senses. Tara, meanwhile, sat between her legs and licked her pussy with an extended tongue, somehow even more gently than Kevin and Leigh's floating touch. With every miniscule flick of Tara's tongue, Megan whimpered again. I couldn't tell whether she was crying or moaning - because it was definitely both.

"This is all she can take," Leigh whispered to me.

"Is she okay?" I asked.

"Oh yes, all she has to do is shake her head and we stop. She's pushing herself," Leigh said.

I looked at the clock - it was midnight on the dot, meaning she'd subjected herself to post-orgasm sexual torture for 17 minutes. I was so proud of her, and also happy that our friends had dialed their stimulation down as low as it could go. Still, as alert as her nerves must be by now, I knew that a mere exhale over her pussy would send her crawling away.

Tara stopped licking and looked up at me. "You can't believe how sweet she tastes right now. Come, be gentle, but you've got to taste her."

She stood and I kneeled in her place. Megan's pussy was shimmering in a wave of her own liquids plus the spit of god only knew how many people. I extended my tongue and licked her like I was trying to taste the cheese on a mouse trap without setting off the release. I made the gentlest contact with her clit --

"Mmmm- ummmmm- hmmm," she whimpered again. She sounded so weak and distant that I was overcome with a desire to hold her and comfort her.

"Baby, are you okay? Would you like to be done?"

She nodded.

I raised the kitchen towel wrapped around her eyes, then lowered the one gagging her mouth. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead while Kevin and Leigh each freed her limbs closest to them. At last she was free and her limbs collapsed out of their suspended position like dropped marianettes.

"That... was so... amazing," she muttered a few seconds later.

Leigh looked down at her friend with a hesitant smile. "Was it a good birthday present?" she asked.

Without smiling or looking at anyone, Megan nodded.

Tara and Maya exchanged a knowing look and then Tara looked over at the clock. She shot up to her feet in an instant and said, "Shoot! Maya and I have to go!"

"Have to go???" Megan repeated sadly.

"Yeahhhhh, I'm so sorry," Maya said. "I have a charity event in the morning and have to be ready and out the door by 4am. I'm already not really going to be able to sleep at all tonight."

"I promised her we would leave at midnight, at the latest," Tara said while hunting around the living room for her clothes.

"What's your charity event?" Kevin asked.

"It's a puppy drive, but I have to go to six different shelters and pick up their puppies to be ready when it starts at 8am," she explained.

"Oh my god, puppiesssss!" Leigh squealed. "I want to rescue them all myself!"

"Come up to Oakland in a few hours!" Maya chuckled.

"Wait a minute - it's Christmas!" Kevin said at the realization. "Has been for three minutes!"

"Merry Christmas!!!" we all shouted happily at each other. Megan even found the stamina to get off her feet and get in on the exchange of hugs.

Tara and Maya kept hunting for their things before forming up by the front door for a final goodbye. I hadn't seen either fully clothed in almost two hours and the sight of their clothes instead of their fit bodies was quite a letdown.

"But Tara - we didn't get you!" Megan cried out. She was still in a bit of disbelief at how suddenly they'd announced they had to go, and now what barely felt like five minutes later they were standing by the door about to leave.

"Next time, sweetie. See, it's not all bad, because now you owe me. And we're not waiting so long this time," Tara replied. She kissed Megan on the cheek before turning to hug Kevin, Leigh, and then me.

Meanwhile, Maya hugged who she could while clearly saving me for last. I was happy to see her and Leigh even hug, and I thought I heard Leigh whisper something about the puppy charity. It seemed those two had made peace.

Maya wrapped her arms around me and buried her head into my chest. Her coat overtop her dress felt weird on my skin, since I was still standing there butt naked, but I didn't complain. She quickly pecked my lips, then turned at the sound of Tara opening the door.

"Happy birthday, you big slut!" Tara said one last time to Megan, and then the two walked down our driveway.

I closed the door and looked back at everyone - and laughed. We were such a mess! Kevin and I were just standing around, completely naked, with our spent dicks swinging free. Megan was also butt naked and looked like she'd recently woken up from general anesthetic, and Leigh, in her absolutely celestial beauty, still wore her sheer panties and bra.

"How are we doing?" I asked, and Kevin, also laughing, said, "I'm putting on some clothes."

"Leigh, you haven't cum yet, have you?" I asked.

"No, but I'm okay," she said and shot me a wink that no one else saw.

"You sure?" Megan asked.

"Totally," she said while dragging her eyes up and down my body. She unashamedly spent plenty of extra time staring at my trouble lines, dick, and muscled legs. Even though I'd orgasmed only twenty or so minutes ago, the sight of such an impossibly beautiful woman lusting over me so brazenly was a huge turn-on.

"Babe, for real?" Kevin asked while stepping back into his chinos. "We have to get you!"

"I'm good, I swear," she said. "Is anyone else as tired? I'm exhausted."

Kevin walked back up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "You've been awake for like - twenty hours? No wonder you're saying you're good. I promise I'll make it up to you on this trip." He stood on his tippy-toes to kiss her forehead - an effort given that she was two inches taller than him - and she smiled sweetly in reply.

"So wait, where are you two staying?" Megan asked.

"Here!" Kevin said.

"Seriously?!" Megan said. A flash of energy swept over her at the exciting news. "We have couches and an air mattress, but also; Liam and I have slept four to a bed before, so you're welcome to just crash with us."

"We'll do that," Leigh said.

Everyone proceeded through their night time wind-down routines; brushing their teeth, washing their face, and whatever else. It was a slow effort, given that we had to proceed through the bathroom one at a time, but at around 12:45 the crew was ready to pile into bed.

Megan climbed into bed first, lying in the middle. Leigh climbed in next, lying close to her on one side - also in the middle. Kevin and I looked at each other, and I shrugged my shoulders before gesturing toward him and Megan's side. He nodded in approval, we bumped fists, and climbed into bed.

Leigh's heavenly body was next to mine, and though she currently faced Megan, she very distinctly shoved her waist backward into mine. The feeling of her bare ass cheeks on my dick - for her thong did little to cover them - felt impossibly good.

Kevin wrapped his arm around Megan, holding her both firmly and tenderly, before pulling her into his body. Both her breasts were pressed against her body by his thick forearm. She wiggled backward to enjoy his embrace, all without ever opening her eyes or looking like she had an ounce of interest in being awake.

"Good night," Kevin muttered.

I reached backward and turned off the light, turned on our noise-maker, and then similarly wrapped that arm around Leigh. I pulled her back into me, drawing her backside and its dragon tattoo into my belly. The four of us were a fairly tight squeeze, so I more or less had to lie on my side or roll on my back and have Leigh cuddle up into my chest. Either would do, but for now we were spooning.

I layered featherweight kisses onto the back of her neck, but to my surprise, I distinctly felt her fall asleep in my arms. Kevin did say she'd been awake for 20 straight hours, so I supposed it wasn't too surprising. Kevin and Megan appeared to be on the same path, so there wasn't much else to do beyond close my eyes, too.

--

"Hey," I heard someone whisper. My body rocked ever so slightly. "You awake?"

It was Leigh, still in my arms, with her head turned away from the mattress to whisper to me. I could barely hear her over the noisemaker.

"Yeah," I whispered back. My job was much easier, since my mouth and her ear were only about an inch apart.

She tapped my arm, which I interpreted as her wanting to get up. I gingerly pulled myself out of our bed, and sure enough, she followed me. I expected her to walk by herself toward the bathroom, but she took my hand and made for the bedroom door. Like thieves sneaking through the dragon's lair, we left the bedroom and closed the door behind us.

"Oh babyyyy," Leigh moaned as she turned to kiss me. Her arms encircled my neck and she firmly pressed her body into mine.

Our lips danced. Her breath was either not bad or no worse than mine and her exhales felt hot and alluring in my mouth. She ran her hands up and down my body, appreciating my pecs and abs, then my waist, then my dick. To repay the favor, I found the back of her sheer bra and - realizing it had no clasp - pulled it upward. Leigh shifted her shoulders just so to allow it to slide off her body. Her breasts popped free and I could not stop myself - I took them in my mouth and sucked her nipples one after the other like I was dying and only their secretions could save me.

"Liammmm, oh fuck that feels good," she whispered. We were still a single step outside the bedroom and so were still trying to be as quiet as possible.

I took her hand and led her back into our conjoined living/dining room area. I laid down on the couch and she followed me, nestling in under my arm such that our legs were entwined, her tummy and breasts were resting on mine, and our lips were in perfect kissing distance. I reached around her body with my free hand and grabbed a fistful of her ass - god it was nice.

"You smell so good," she breathed heavily while nuzzling deep into my neck.

"You do too, but I bet I'd smell you better without these," I said while tangling my fingers around the band of her panties.

"Of course you want to smell my pussy," she smirked, but started to shimmy them down her long legs.

I inhaled deeply, hoping to catch a whiff, but the general scent of her overall body still dominated the air. Luckily, the rest of her smelled delicious. I couldn't tell whether I was imagining it or not, but it felt like our savory dinner was leaking out of our pores. I nuzzled into her neck as she had just done mine and the aromas that hit my brain activated it like no others before in my life.

"You're growing," she whispered. Her free hand slowly stroked my dick to help its cause.

"Just thinking about you." Then a thought popped in my head and I said excitedly, albeit still at a whisper, "So... those strawberries?!"

"Did you like that?" she smirked at me.

"What - how did you - what possessed you?" I mumbled.

"I would have put food around your dick, but after Megan did, it only felt appropriate to move around your body. Maya took your mouth, so I got creative."

I sighed. Maya. Leigh and Maya seemed to have made peace before the night ended, which put me at ease. Plus, Leigh had just evoked her name without seeming discomforted. I decided not to say anything more about it.

"Well it was hot," I said.

"Plus, you ate my ass like a starving man back in Barbados, so it was only fair. I owed you."

This time, I chuckled. I had done that, hadn't I? And then tonight I'd eaten Maya's ass like a starving man. I also ate Megan's ass any time she was in the mood. I did like to eat a beautiful woman's ass, didn't I?

"What else do you feel you owe me? Any other debts that need to be repaid?"

Leigh scrunched her face in thought. "You also gave me one of my best orgasms ever when you ate me out, so I'd like to repay that somehow. The only problem is - I also want you to cum inside me, so if I give you a blowjob..." Her voice trailed off.

What was this night!? How many women was I going to cum inside in one evening? Gosh, Tara was right - I did live a good life.

"Such dilemmas," I said.

She walked her fingers up my bare chest, one after another, tickling my pecs as her hand inched toward my chin. "I want to give you the best night of your life. What do you want?"

I forced myself to say something - it was clear that Leigh was not going to accept "I just want to please you". "Have you kept taking it in the ass?" I asked her.

"I have," she answered. She was staring into my eyes like even the briefest interruption would end the world.

"I want to eat you out, then fuck and cum in your ass," I said.

"That sounds so amazing," she whispered.

"What is your favorite position to get your pussy eaten?" I asked.

Leigh climbed off me and sat on the couch next to me. Her back was flat on the seat portion with her waist at the edge of the couch and her neck bent upwards at the crease. Her legs, which should have been dangling off the edge, were folded back up against her rips, which placed her knees by her shoulders. Ever the dancer, her toes were tightly pointed skyward, which flexed her calves enticingly. This position was impossibly erotic, not least of which because it bared her pussy before me in the most accessible position imaginable.

I knelt in front of her and put my nose above her pussy lips. Our living room was dark in the dead of the night, but her wetness still shimmered in the scant moonlight sneaking in our windows. I inhaled deeply and... there it was. She smelled like a flowery spring breeze mixed with pure femininity. I took breath after breath until my head felt light and tingly.

"Feel free to start licking," she teased.

The stars were aligned there, because I was still too light-headed to keep inhaling so deeply. And so, I planted my mouth on her pussy lips, sucked in gently, and tasted a mouthful of her wetness. Her lubrication was thick in my mouth and I swished it around with my tongue to savor it for as long as possible before swallowing.

"Liam, I'm fucking dying," she gasped.

Okay okay, I thought. It was time. I kissed her a few times as the final warning, then took her clit into my mouth. I remembered perfectly how she liked to have her pussy eaten, because as I'd discovered the last time we hooked up, it was exactly the same move Megan liked. I had years of experiencing perfecting her exact favorite move and loved that I could hit the ground running with her, so to speak. I pressed my lips tightly enough around the top of her pussy to enable mild suction, then rhythmically pulled her clit into my mouth and pushed it back out with my tongue. I moved at about two or three RPMs - fast enough to provide the stimulation needed without going too hard.

"Oh fuck me, fuck that feels good..." she moaned.

Her pussy was below my head and mouth, so a mixture of my spit and her lubrication was building up in my mouth. It had nowhere to go thanks to the suction between our lips, which left my tongue to feel like a marine animal swimming in a river. I kept this going for as long as possible, because I didn't want to stop, but eventually I had to pause my mouth's rhythm to quickly swallow.

Leigh gasped for air as I did, then went back to struggling to breathe as I immediately resumed.

I'd noticed with Megan that when I ate her out in this same way and had to eventually swallow, the sudden emptying of my mouth seemed to dramatically increase her stimulation. In a few seconds I saw that the same was true tonight.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!" Leigh gasped.

I slid two fingers into her pussy to hit her G-spot and within ten seconds she orgasmed. She contorted on the couch and wailed into the night air. "Liiiiaaaammmmmm fuuuuuccckkkkkk!!!"

I kept my fingers working on her G-spot while moving my face up to hers. I kissed her, though she was too overwhelmed to kiss me back. Her mouth was frozen in a wide O - her perfect white teeth half covered and her tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth.

"Liammmmm pleassseeeeee!!" she moaned, barely intelligibly.

"Please what?" I asked. My fingers continued to massage the inside of her pussy, I added my thumb on her clit, and I kept kissing her face and cheeks and neck.

"Oh god Liammmm I'm going to--"

A blast of liquid hit my forearm. I looked down - Leigh was squirting. Her whole body shook and though my arm and shoulder burned, I kept going. Blast after blast of Leigh's bodily moisture soaked my arm and the whole time Leigh looked possessed. Her fingers clawed at my shoulders hard enough to leave a mark. Her legs were locked in random positions in the air, but with muscles so tense that nothing could have moved them.

"Oh my fucking goddddddddd!!" she continued.

It took almost a full minute, but eventually she stopped squirting. I could tell she was ready to be done, so I pulled my hand out of her and licked my fingers clean.

"God fucking damnit, Liam!" she said while resting her hands on her face.

I smiled back at her. My brain was absolutely in the clouds - I felt like we'd just touched the sun.

"I need just a second before you fuck my ass," she breathed.

Oh right! Her squirting was so consuming that I'd actually forgotten that was next. My dick was fully erect and screaming for action, so it did immediately sound good once again. But, I was worried about her stamina. "We don't have to do anything you--"

She cut me off. "You're fucking my ass," she said forcefully. The mere suggestion that we might skip the anal sex snapped her back to lucidity and she pulled her legs upward until her knees were by her shoulders again. "You want to start in this position?"

I winced at a sudden realization. "Our lube is in the bedroom..."

"Wet yourself in my pussy and use spit. We'll be fine," she said.

I angled my dick into her pussy and slid in. She was so astoundingly wet - I'd also never fucked anyone after they squirted before, so I had no idea what to expect. The sounds of my manhood stirring her lubrication oozed out of her and laid down the hottest soundtrack.

"God damnit that feels intense," she said.

I stroked for thirty seconds, way longer than was necessary to thoroughly soak my dick in her wetness, then pulled out. My dick was as smooth as a fish, but I spent just a few seconds rubbing a bunch of my thickest spit from the back of my throat onto her puckering asshole. I swirled it around and around, then inside her ass with one finger, then two.

"Put it in," she commanded at a harsh whisper.

I contracted my glutes and drove myself forward. My glans collided with her asshole and blinked inside under my steady pressure.

"Oh babyyyy - you're so fucking deep in my ass - OH MY GOD!" Leigh straightened her arms into my torso to stop my advance.

"Too deep?" I asked. I was sheathed to the hilt, so I couldn't exactly go deeper, but I still didn't want to hurt her.

She nodded her head, so I pulled out five of my inches, then only surged four of them back into her. Her asshole slid up and down my shaft like someone sliding down a dangling rope but trying to hold on tight enough to catch their descent. My spit plus the lube from her pussy were working wonders - she felt smooth.

I stroked over and over, careful to keep my last inch out of her body, until the early stirrings of an orgasm began to swell in my loins. Instead of finishing now, I pulled out and grabbed her body forcefully. I didn't tell her what to do, I just moved her.

I flipped Leigh over so her stomach and tits were flat on the seat of the couch. Her knees were now on the floor, her toes pointing away, all of which put her ass in my absolute favorite position. I squatted over her, angled my dick downward, and buried it back in her ass.

"Oh FUCK - Liam!!" she groaned.

And then I started to truly pummel her. I trusted hard and fast, trusting that the muscle in her ass cheeks would prevent me from going deep enough to hurt her. My strokes were fiery and unrelenting, but only for about thirty seconds until the early stirrings returned. This time, however, I didn't stop. I continued to fuck Leigh's beautiful asshole until my body exploded, sending wave after wave of hot cum into her body.

"I fucking feel you cumming in my ass!" she muttered into the couch. "Fucking FILL ME UP!"

I kept going - driving harder and harder, deeper and deeper - until the wave of my orgasm fully passed me by. I had nothing else sexual to give her, so I stood -- now quite suddenly aware of the burn in my thighs.

Leigh writhed on the couch, enjoying the tactile sensations from its fabric on her bare skin. Her eyes were closed, her lips were pursed into a satisfied smile, and she moved with the subtle shifts of a sleeping person sinking further into their bed.

"I'm going to wash up, then the bathroom is all yours," I said. Leigh nodded, and I walked into the bathroom to clean off my dick. That took about a minute, and then I stepped out. Leigh was standing outside, holding her hand to her ass to contain all my cum, and scurried inside to sit on the toilet. My sound of my cum echoed out of the bowl and filled the bathroom as it fell into the water. Leigh looked up at me with a tired, sleepy smile. She was a happy girl.

A few minutes later, she was all cleaned up and we tip-toed back to the bedroom door. I grabbed and turned the handle as gently as possible, opening the door a few inches without making the latch audibly click. But then I stopped - plenty of noises were pouring out of the bedroom.

On the bed, well lit by moonlight, were Megan and Kevin. Kevin was on his back and Megan was riding him on top. Kevin reached around her cheeks and fingered her asshole, but mostly she just bounced on his rock hard dick.

"Holy shit," Leigh whispered to me, so quietly I almost couldn't even hear her.

"This is really hot," I said back to her, and she nodded.

Megan kept bouncing and Kevin kept fingering until, in sync with each other, they orgasmed. Megan moaned loudly and Kevin grunted as he blasted his seed into her pussy. Megan wasn't on the pill or anything, but her period had just ended a day ago, meaning this was within the window where I sometimes finished inside her without worrying that she would get pregnant.

"Jesus, my husband just came inside your girlfriend," Leigh whispered.

"We're a weird group," I replied, which caught Leigh off guard and forced a loud laugh out of her before she could control herself.

Megan and Kevin's heads snapped back toward the door, and Kevin exclaimed, "Are you two just watching us?! You freaking pervs!"

The ruse was up, so I pushed open the door and Leigh and I sauntered in. We were both completely butt naked, too, so there wasn't much mystery around what we'd been up to.

"Welcome back, nightwalkers," Megan said - which made everyone laugh again.

Leigh and I started to get in bed right as Megan got off Kevin to go clean herself up. Leigh looked down at her husband's still-hard dick and its coating of his and Megan's fluids, and leaned in to suck it clean.

"Oh fuck me, Jesus Christ," Kevin gasped. He put his hand on his wife's back and enjoyed the feeling of her skin.

"There, all clean," Leigh said, then curled up under her husband's arm. "Did you have fun?" she whispered to him.

He nodded, and while they engaged in quiet pillowtalk, I realized something. Just like both Leigh and Maya were able to watch me and Megan without jealousy, I felt none toward Kevin. Leigh would always remain his, and he hers, and I had no desire to compete with him. But similarly, had there been some other man here that Leigh was flirting with, I absolutely would have felt jealous. I appreciated the predicament I'd put Leigh and Maya in tonight and resolved not to do that again.

Megan returned a minute later and crawled into bed such that she and Leigh were ass-to-ass. I climbed in last and Megan immediately assumed her position under my arm.

"Good night for real this time?" Megan asked, and we chuckled, but in only a few seconds the noisemaker was the only audible thing.

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We woke quite late on Christmas morning - an odd day of the year for any couple to awake with other people in their bed they'd fucked all night long. Sunlight poured in, lighting every surface that had been dark and mysterious last night. Megan smelled good on my chest and I realized I'd woken because Kevin had stirred. He nodded at me passively while walking out of the bedroom.

I kinked my neck to look at the ladies. They were each still lying on their sides, facing outward, Megan on my chest and Leigh newly relocated off of Kevin's. Their chests expanded peacefully with their slow breaths. As beautiful as they were and as much as I liked the sight of Leigh's hindquarter curves, I followed Kevin's lead and slid out from underneath Megan. Her homeostatic systems automatically replaced me with a pillow, but otherwise, she slept soundly.

I walked into the hallway and saw the bathroom door closed, so I continued onward until I found at least my underwear. I started to brew some coffee, then stared idly out the window. Where Megan and I had grown up, white Christmases were regular. Out here in California, that carol never came true. Outside, half of the trees were still green, grass grew, and joggers passed by in shorts and t-shirts.

Kevin joined me a moment later and I appreciated that he too had found his drawers.

"Coffee smells good," he muttered quietly.

"We're all gonna need it," I said. The night might have been an all-time experience, but that didn't mean it was restorative. I imagined that all four of us would have subdued energy this morning.

"What'd you and Leigh get up to last night?" he asked a moment later after I handed him a cup.

"Just... connected. Same as you and Megan," I said.

"Bro - you and Megan mentioned in Barbados that you'd had a foursome, but you didn't say how hot they were!" Kevin said after his first sip.

"Didn't exactly want to make our ladies feel bad," I shrugged. "Besides, they're not hotter than Megan or Leigh."

Kevin nodded and then we quietly talked about life on the couch for an hour or so until the ladies eventually emerged. Then stumbled forward, as naked as the way we'd fucked them last night, but scavenged for their discarded clothes and soon were at least wearing underwear. I poured them coffee and we all passed another hour talking quietly on the couch. Megan passed around fruit and I toasted a few bagels so everyone could have some breakfast.

Eventually, Kevin and Leigh decided it was time to go. They figured out where their hotel was, moderately put themselves back together, and called a Lyft. Megan and I stood with them by the door as their ride pulled up.

"Thank you so much for stopping by on your visit - and on Christmas Eve, no less!" Megan said.

"Thank you for hosting us!" Leigh countered, then leaned forward to hug Megan.

Kevin and I fist-bumped and nodded solemnly. "I'll let you know if we're in Texas. And if nothing comes up, we might just have to invent an excuse," I said.

"You come out, you can stay with us. And houses in Texas are bigger, so you can actually have your own room," Kevin said.

"We wouldn't want to use it," Megan joked.

"Okay, it's time to go!" Leigh said as she looked out the window at their waiting car. The cross-relationships shared a quick hug and then Kevin and Leigh waddled out our front door, once again encumbered by their luggage.

"You ready to start making dinner?" Megan said with a chipper energy I told myself she had to be faking.

"Not even close, I need to sleep," I said. "It's 9am anyways - you don't need dinner this early!"

"Hey you big dummy," she said to me flatly. "I'm joking - go get some sleep."

I walked back into our bedroom and collapsed on the bed. The last thing I heard from the living room as I fell back asleep was the peaceful menu music of Stardew Valley.

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