have only one word left,” Hank said. “Pussy.” He grinned at Lara and licked his lips. “Anyone else have pussy?”
“Not me,” Brian said. “I haven’t had any good pussy in quite a while. Except Steph’s, of course, but a wife’s pussy doesn’t count.”
Hank refilled the wine glasses and then threw the letter-dice again. “Cunt,” Hank said, triumphantly pointing out the word among the letters before anyone had had time to write anything. “And look. You can make suck and fuck.”
Lara giggled and squeezed Brian’s arm. “Such nice words, don’t you think?” She looked up at Brian and blinked.
Brian looked at Steph, then stroked Lara’s face. “Very nice words.”
“I’ve got an idea,” Hank said. “Let’s play strip-Boggle. The winner is the one with the most dirty words and everyone else has to take off one article of clothing.” He looked at Brian and Steph. “Game?”
Hank was not a particularly good-looking man but the twinkle in his eye and his delightful sense of humor made him attractive. Steph had always been interested in him, but had never before thought about doing anything about it. “Want to?” Brian whispered into Steph’s ear.
Steph thought a minute. Yes, she really did. She gave a tiny nod. “Okay, let’s do it,” Brian said.
After six rounds of the game, the men were down to their socks and shorts, and Lara, who had won three of the rounds, was still wearing her blouse and underwear. Steph had a particular love of delicate undies, and was glad she had worn a black, demi-cup bra with matching lace panties, which, by now, was all she was wearing. “You are one gorgeous woman,” Hank said, admiring the way Steph’s small, yet soft breasts filled the tiny cups. “I knew you’d be sensational without clothes.”
“Not without clothes yet,” Steph said. “I’m not wearing any less than I’d be in a bikini.”
“I know, but it’s knowing that it’s not a bikini that’s such a turn-on,” Hank said.
Brian was gazing silently at Lara’s legs and the dark shadow he could make out through the crotch of her white nylon panties. She also still wore her short-sleeved, flowered blouse. “I feel I’ve been gypped,” he said to Lara. “You’re still decent.”
Lara lowered her head and looked up at him through her lashes. “I’m afraid you won’t have the same thrill. I haven’t nearly the body that your wife has. As a matter of fact, I’m so flat-chested I don’t usually wear a bra. And I’ve certainly got my share of stretch marks from the babies.”
Brian reached over and brushed his hand down the front of Lara’s blouse, feeling her erect nipple rub his palm. “I bet you’re beautiful under there,” Brian said. “Will you take the blouse off, just for me?”
Lara looked at her husband and raised one eyebrow.
“Does everyone understand where this is going?” Hank asked. When everyone nodded, he said, “Then why don’t we separate this party. Lara, you and Brian can have the bedroom and Steph and I will take the guest room.” He rubbed his knuckles down Steph’s cheek. “I want this lady all alone.”
As Brian stood up and took Lara’s hand, Steph swallowed hard. She was suddenly terrified.
“Baby,” Brian said softly, looking at his wife and immediately sensing her discomfort, “this isn’t a command performance. It’s supposed to be fun. You look like a deer caught in the headlights. Talk to me.”
“Did you and Hank set this up? I don’t think it’s as spur of the moment as it might appear.”
“We talked about it,” Brian admitted. “Hank has had the hots for you for a long time, and I know he turns you on. It’s kind of like me and Valerie. I think we will all get pleasure from this evening, but if you don’t want to we can leave right now.”
Steph looked at Lara. “What about you? Did you know about this?” Although the question sounded accusatory, her voice was soft and gentle.
“Hank and I have done this sort of thing a few times. It’s a game, fun and harmless. We have our rules, of course. Things only happen if everyone’s willing and anyone can call things off at any time. And, of course, condoms at all times.”
Steph giggled nervously. Where have I been while all this has been going on?” she asked. “I always thought you two were so conservative.”
“Shows how much you know,” Lara said. She smiled and squeezed Hank’s hand. “We have a few friends who like to play the same games we enjoy.”
Steph took a swallow of her wine and looked at Brian. “You want to do this, don’t you?”
“Only if you do.”
Hank took Steph’s hand and placed it gently on the crotch of his shorts. “I want you very much, and I’d love to show you how good it can be with someone new.”
Steph sighed, torn between the indignation she ought to feel and the excitement that was making her pulse pound. Deciding that she did indeed want this, she relaxed her arm and let Hank use her hand to stroke his cock. She smiled and looked from Lara to Brian. “Why don’t you two go upstairs. I need a few minutes to get comfortable with this and I think Hank is just the one to help me do that.”
Arm in arm, Lara and Brian went upstairs and Hank, clad only in his shorts and socks, sat on the tweed sofa. “Why don’t you come and sit beside me?” Steph moved to the couch and sat with a few inches of space between her and Hank. “Baby, I’ve wanted you for a very long time, but I can wait until you’re ready. I want to touch you and hold you. I want to make you wet and hot.”
Steph sighed and leaned her head on the back of the sofa. Without touching her, Hank rested his head beside hers and spoke softly. “You know what I’d like to do? I’d like to take off that bra and watch your nipples get hard. I’d like to lick them and then blow on the wet skin. Your nipples will get as hard as tiny pebbles.”
Hank watched Steph’s body relax, then warm to the sound of his voice. “Then I’ll take one nipple between my thumb and index finger and pinch it, hard. You’ll think it should hurt, but it won’t. It will make your pussy twitch and you’ll have a hard time keeping your legs together. While I’m pinching one, I’ll take the other in my mouth and bite it gently.”
Steph’s eyes closed as Hank continued. “I’ll alternate, pinching one nipple and sucking and biting the other. Can you feel it, Steph? Can you feel my fingers and my teeth on your breasts? Tell me. Can you?”
“Yes,” Steph said, squirming, unsuccessfully trying to keep her body still.
Hank moved his mouth closer to Steph’s ear, his hot breath adding fuel to her fire. “Oh yes, I know how you feel.” He grasped the snap between the cups of Steph’s bra and unclipped the fastener. As he separated the sides, freeing her breasts, her hard, erect nipples reached for Hank’s mouth. “Like this,” he purred, pinching Steph’s left nipple. “And this.” He pinched the right. “And this.” He leaned over and nipped at her pebbled breast. “So delicious.”
When Steph reached out to touch Hank’s arm, he gently pressed her hand back onto the back of the sofa. “This is entirely for you.
