I took the only open spot, listening in as Jack told a story about early love that ended in an impossibly embarrassing situation. The night was nothing like the previous one. Everyone was in a great mood to start, the weather was ideal, and the conversation ebbed and flowed naturally, with two and even three discussions going on at the same time, without any difficulties. There was a lot of excitement and agitation in some of the discussions, and I just loved watching the girls waving their arms around while talking, and watching the resultant counterpoint activity in the jiggling of their tits.
Damn the person who invented bras!
The liquor smoothly transitioned around the table with Jack, Robin and I savoring the rum, while our partners polished off the ‘Orgasms’. Robin made it clear she enjoyed the rum, and it was much improved, but nothing like the difference between good and bad tequila.
“Next time we come up here, I think you should double the stock of tequila,” she said thoughtfully.
Easy enough for her to say, at over $50 a bottle. Then again, a couple of hundred bucks was a small price to pay to get her to open up like she had.
Talk eventually got around to our less-than-routine activities of the day. I immediately felt myself responding to the direction of the conversation, looking across at Robin who was being lightly fondled by her husband.
Jill took the bull by the horns. “It sounds to me like everyone had a good time with all the teasing and playing around going on,” she stated, looked around for any dissent. She would have had to wait a long time.
She leaned forward over the coffee table, took a quick sip from the ‘Naked Orgasm’ bottle, and said softly. “Would anybody else like to play a little more?”
I don’t know if it was taken for granted that the guys were up for anything. It was a fact that all three of us were ‘up’ for something. But we seemed to be waiting for agreement from all the girls.
Sheri leaned in, and took the bottle from in front of Jill, and took a long drink, then set the bottle down. “I’m in.”
They both turned to look at Robin.
“Are you kidding? Do you even have to ask?” She laughed out loud, a full bodied, tit shaking laugh. “I just don’t know how to start!”
And that, really, was the crux of the matter.
“I have a suggestion,” Dan said, pausing.
“Fine, then spit it out already!” Jill told him.
“How about if every lady in the room sat on her husband’s lap for a couple of minutes, and discussed their expectations of the evening.”
For two of the couples, that was a simple shift in position. In our case, Sheri came over to me and deposited herself in my lap, carefully, without impaling herself.
“Where do you think this is headed?” She asked me nervously.
“Only as far as you want it to.”
“Where do you think we should draw the lines?” she asked, nibbling on my shoulder, while I fondled her excited tits.
“Any limits on the hands?” I asked her.
“I guess not,” she said softly.
“Any limits on your magnificent tits? And before you say anything, remember, the wrong answer here may drive one of these guys to kill himself.”