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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Me and Carl had been friends for years. We met at primary school and grew up together. When we left school, we remained friends and would go out in a group with other life long buddies. Pubs, parties, even just playing football over the park. We worked together a few times, too.
A few years later, at around the same time, we both started relationships with girls who would, eventually, become our wives. We used to go out as a foursome, to pubs, clubs and for meals. It was a great set up to be involved with, especially as the two girls got on, too.
One Christmas, we had been out for a meal together and went back to Carl’s house to have a few drinks and listen to some music. It was party season and there was a part atmosphere in the house. As more drinks flowed, it was decided that me and my Mrs would stay the night, to save getting a cab. More drinks, music and dancing later, the mood changed. We all sat down on the leather sofas and, I can’t remember how it started, but we started playing a game of dares. The only rule was, we weren’t allowed to dare our own partners.
It all started off innocently enough with silly dares, like pretending to be a tea pit, or dancing to a naff tune for 30 seconds, that sort of thing. The great thing was, it was a real party atmosphere, we had all had enough drinks to be totally relaxed and the best part was, no one refused a dare, no matter how ridiculous it was. In the end, the dares became more and more outrageous, but everyone was determined to carry them out so that that could dare the others to do something equally outrageous. It got really competitive, but in the best possible way.
I think I was the first to change the tone slightly, by daring Carl and his Mrs to swap underwear. The looked at each other giggling, then stepped behind the sofa so the could get changed in private. Carl was hesitant about revealing himself. He kept saying, I can’t come out from behind here, I can’t keep myself covered with these see through knickers”. But we were having none of it and demanded he came out. When he did, it was obvious that our little game of dares had turned him on, as much as it had the rest of us. He stepped from behind the sofa, his cock was a good three quarters hard and was poking out of the side. His balls were making the flimsy nylon strain to bursting point. His Mrs stepped out wearing his boxers, which looked very sexy with her big tits straining against her low cut bra.
From then on, no holds were barred and the dares got more and more daring and sexy. There was tinsel, fruit, cream and vibrators involved as we eventually all ended up naked, as there wasn’t much point in getting dressed between dares. We probably would have swapped partners and all fucked in a heap, but the as the last dare was being carried out, (Carl’s Mrs dared him so stick his cock in my Mrs drink and then for her to suck it off), he had his cock in her drink as she held her glass, then as he withdrew it in front of her lips, their dog jumped the child gate that they’d used to keep him out and knocked the table and all the drinks over. By the time we had got control of the dog and cleared up all the mess, the moment was gone. |
