Games People Play Ch. 01

To say I was turned on would be an understatement. In our younger years we'd done some naked stuff, but once the girls were born that all stopped. Now she wouldn't even hardly be naked outside the bedroom. I stared, idly rubbing my dick through my jeans, as she held the towel in her teeth, sliding her dress down her body. The spread towel hung over her tits, keeping them from being seen, but a lot of body was showing as she pushed the snug dress down her body. The towel hung down over her crotch, blocking our view of her pussy, but still letting us see the blue lace underwear arching over her hips.

"Holy shit," I heard Tom mutter as we watched my wife step out of the dress, standing in nothing but her underwear and boots, only the towel held in her teeth keeping us from seeing her sexy tits. I thought she'd wrap the towel around herself, but instead she hooked her fingers in the panties and pulled then down. She lifted each foot, letting the towel drape down between her legs each time, pulling her boots out of the underwear. Only after she had nothing left but the boots, did she wrap the towel around herself, making sure it covered everything as she did. She bent over, working her feet out of her boots and then tossed them aside, leaving her in nothing but the towel.

"Done," she said as she walked back and slipped into the chair next to me. She rested her hand on my dick and kissed my cheek. "Someone's turned on! Gonna be interesting to see how you're going to get undressed without showing that off," she whispered, then louder. "Since I went last, it only seems fair that Alex starts the guys."

I'll agree with that!" Rachel said with that damn naughty grin. "This should be fun to watch."

I groaned and got up from the chair. I knew the little towel was going to be a problem, so I started with my boots and socks, and then my shirt, leaving me in only my jeans and underwear. I wrapped the towel around my waist and realized that the problem was worse than I imagined. The small towel wasn't quite long enough to go around my waist, or hips or anything, and have the ends overlap at all. That meant it was going to take two hands to hold the towel, leaving me no hands to take anything off. "This isn't going to work ladies. I only have two hands here. You're gonna have to give me a bigger towel if you want me to do this."

"We didn't ask for bigger towels. No, I think you just have to figure it out like we did."

"Yeah, right," I muttered. I held the towel against my stomach with one hand used my other to undo the front of my pants. With much rocking, wiggling, and leg shaking, I managed to get my jeans off, but not without the towel swinging away numerous times, flashing my hardon-filled briefs. I shook my head and wondered how I was going to make this work. I reached down with both hands and held the towel on my hips, trying to work my briefs down at the same time as I held the towel. I was making a little progress, though both Rachel and Abby were whistling and clapping each time I came close to accidently flashing my still-raging hardon. I got the underwear waistband down my hips far enough to uncover about half of my dick and got stuck there, trying to figure out how to get it lower.

"June, I think you better help him, or we'll be here all night."

"Yeah, I think you're right," my wife answered. "Should I pull down his pants or hold the towel?"

"I'll do it!" Abby announced quickly. "I'll hold the towel for him."

I looked at my wife, who hadn't moved yet, and shrugged at me, almost as if it didn't matter to her. Fine, if that's how she wanted it. Abby stepped behind me and I took my hands from the towel as she held it up. I felt her body press against my back and half bare ass as she moved the towel back and forth across the front of me, rubbing my exposed head, making me even harder, if that were possible. I rolled my eyes and reached under the towel and pulled on the spandex material of my boxer briefs, pulling them down as best I could without pushing the towel up. The waistband pulled below my dick, which of course took the opportunity to stick out, tenting the towel out significantly.

"Ohhhhhh! Look at that!" Abby cooed loudly as he pulled the towel out away from my body, still holding it in front of me, but now far enough away that she could look down over my shoulder at my bare hardon. I took a breath and started to wiggle my legs to attempt to work the material down, finally having to bend over and lift my legs one at a time to get them all the way off. Now naked, I straightened back up. "Damn girls, that is one serious tool!" she said with a giggle. "You should see this! Joan, you are one hell of a lucky woman!"

"Let me see!" Rachel called as she quickly slipped off her chair and was stepping over to us.

"Hey! Wait a second!" I said, trying to pull Abby's hands back to my hips to cover me more.

"OOOOOOOOH YEAH!" Rachel called as she leaned over enough to look down the towel in front of me. Then she did something completely unexpected. She reached past me and grabbed Abby's towel, jerking it off. She stepped back and held it up while Abby pressed her now naked body against my back.

"HEY! MY TOWEL!" she cried, letting go of one side of my towel to reach for her own as Rachel retreated. Fortunately my towel swung down and actually draped over my hardon, making it stick out straight like a towel bar, allowing me to grab the corner and pull it back up.

"What the hell!?" I gasped. "This wasn't part of the deal!"

"No, it wasn't, was it?" Rachel said as she walked back to her chair, leaving Abby and I standing with nothing but the tiny little towel.

"That's payback for not bothering to tell me I was flashing my panties at everyone!" my wife said with a smug smirk on her face. "Now you know how it feels."

"Really? You wanna do this to your husband?"

"Well, the way I see it, Abby set me up, and since she likes to flash, well, she gets to flash her whoooooole body for us. And you, my love, are getting the equivalent of underwear flashed at us."

"You came up with this? It doesn't sound like you."

"Actually, it was Rachel's idea," she said with a shrug. "All I had to do was go along with it."

"Anytime you wanna go home, you're both welcome to. Alex won't have it too hard, he can walk home with that little towel, but Abby, well, that's a different matter. You don't have a damn thing to wear!"

"Don't worry hon. I'll get your towel back," Tom said quickly.

"Uh uh. Not so fast!" Rachel said. "You see that window behind them? Take a nice look at that window. What do you see?"

I looked over my shoulder at the window with everyone else. I saw a little red light in the window and when I looked harder I could see there was as video camera watching us from behind.

"You didn't!" Abby gasped.

"I did. You wanna see this on the internet tomorrow?"

"Hell no!"

"Then this is what you're going to do. You're going to step from behind Alex and show us everything. No little quick flash. You're going to stand there while Alex fingers your pussy until you climax. That should just about make you as embarrassed as Joan was when she realized you set her up to show off her underwear to the whole dance class. And then next week? Next week you're going to wear that dress, with nothing at all under it, no bra, no panties nothing but the dress and boots. If you don't, that video goes viral."

I looked at my wife who just sat there, watching with a surprised look. Apparently she didn't know all this either. "You want Alex to play with her pussy? In front of everyone?"

"Why not? Seems a fitting punishment. He still has a towel to cover himself, as long as he can do it with one hand. If not, well, he'll have to find another way to cover himself" Rachel answered. "I'm hoping he won't. That little flash I got only made me want more."

"But that's my husband!"

"Yeah, so? It's not like they're having sex, and given some of the things you did when you were younger, this should be easy. Unless of course you wanna cover his dick yourself. But if you do, there's only one way."

"Oh no! No no no! I'm not doing that in front of everyone. Nope. He's on his own if that's my only choice."

Rachel grinned. "Kind of thought you'd think that."

"Rachel you are a devious woman sometimes!" Evan said from next to her.

"Well, thank you sweetie. I appreciate that. I thought you might like a nice look at all her goodies."

"Oh, I won't mind that, but you do know that by now your friends are plotting revenge, right?"

Rachel giggled. "Oh, I'm sure they are. But I'm not worried. What can they do? Steal my towel?" she asked as she settled back down on the chair next to her husband. She pulled his hand to her lap and pressed his fingers to her pussy, his wrist pulling the towel up enough to expose most of her pussy, at least the parts not covered by his hand, which was surprisingly covered by a small cream colored thong. "Feel free to play while we watch Abby get done."

I stood staring at Rachel, sitting with her knees spread and her towel spread, the thong tiny enough to show almost her whole completely shaved mound, making me think her pussy was as well

"Okay, they think they have us over a barrel," Abby whispered to me. "You down for something off the wall?"

"Like what?"

"She set the rules. She wants me to climax in front of her, but she's not going to get what she thinks if you go along with this."

"Again, like what?"

"We switch positions. I stand in front of you, and you use your hands to cover my boobs. We'll keep your dick hidden by just slipping it between my thighs. No-one can see it then."

"Seriously? You want me to do that in front of my wife?"

"Why not? She just put you in this position, right? Besides, it's not like we're having sex or anything."

"Abby, as turned on as I am right now..."

"You telling me that you might come too?"

"It wouldn't take much right now."

She grinned at me. "Good. Maybe we can do it together. You in?" she whispered.

I looked at Rachel, sitting with her husband gently stroking her pussy through the thin material, the sight made my cock twitch slightly with excitement. I looked at my wife who still sat, mostly looking worried, about what I wasn't sure. "Alright, how do we do this?"

"You turn around and face me. Put your chest on my tits." I nodded and turned as quickly as I could, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling us together so the towel was only covering my ass, my dick trapped between us. "Alright, now this is the tricky part. "I'm going to turn around to face away from you. When I do, you'll have to hold the towel."

"Got it," I answered, reaching for the towel and holding it to cover my butt. She spun around to face away from me and then reached down for the towel.

"Okay. I have the towel, you cover my boobs with your hands."

"You do know you're flashing everything at the camera."

"Can't be helped. Besides, it's going to be deleted as soon as we're done."

"Alright. Now what?" I asked as my hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them slightly, almost automatically.

"Now put that hard thing down between my thighs."

I pulled my butt back and squatted down slightly, letting my hardon poke between her butt cheeks and then lower, until I could feel it slide between her thighs. I started to stand up and felt my head press against her wet lips, and instead of sliding between her thighs, felt it spread her lips and start to push up into her pussy sliding into her surprisingly wet depths an inch or two. "Uh oh." I grunted, squatting back down again to pull it out of her, not that I wanted to at that moment. I arched my back this time, trying to force it to slide along her slit instead of into her, ending up with it between her thighs. "Sorry."

"Come on you two. We said no turning around!" Rachel called from her seat.

"Yeah okay! Give us a second," she said loudly before lowering her voice. "I'm not sorry," she whispered. "Now we turn around. I'll keep the towel between us and them."

"I don't think that will work."

"Why?"

"You can't switch hands."

"Oh shit. You're right. Um. You'll have to move one hand to hold it while I shift my hands. Can you do that?"

"Still won't work. I'll have to move both hands."

"Damn. You're right."

"I'll hold the towel and you turn back around to face me."

"Alright." She moved in front of me, turning quickly to press her chest against mine again, my dick slipping from between her thighs to be trapped between us. "Now what?"

"You take the towel."

"Got it," she said as she reached down and grasped the towel, freeing my hands.

"Now I need to slide behind you while you hold the towel and I'll use my hands to cover your boobs."

"Alex," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't going to work. My arm is around you. Let's face it. There isn't any way to do this that doesn't flash one of us."

I took a breath. "No, there isn't, is there."

"I don't mind having them look at my boobs for a minute. I wouldn't even mind having them see my pussy. I mean, I do try to flash a bit at work, what's the difference here? I just don't want to have them watching you give me an orgasm," she said quietly. "You didn't ask for this. It was my idea to put your wife in that dress. So here's what we're going to do. You're going to turn around and cover yourself with the towel. You step around behind me and then let me take the towel from you. That way I can cover my pussy and your dick at the same time while you cover my tits with your hands again. That way we're both covered."

"That's what you want?"

"It's what's fair," she said quietly.

"All right, I'll be quick." I turned around, took the towel and let her drop her arms as I stepped to the side of her. She reached out and took the towel from me and pulled it to the side in front of her as I slipped behind her. To my surprise, she didn't end up flashing her pussy for very long at all and I cupped both tits almost as quickly. If she was exposed for two or three seconds I'd be surprised. "Well, that worked."

"I have to admit, that didn't show much, but then, your problems are just starting."

"How so?"

"Neither of you have a free hand," Rachel giggled. "How are you going play with her pussy?"

The only real option was to leave one of her breasts exposed.

"It's okay. Just do it," Abby answered for both of us, presumably thinking the same thing I was. "No way around it."

I slid my right hand down to her crotch, sliding it behind the towel so that no one could see what it was doing. I closed my eyes and stroked her pussy lips, feeling her shift her weight to spread her legs and give me more room. I could feel the curls on her mound press to my palm as I stroked my fingers in and out between her wet lips. She began to groan softly and rock her butt against me, rubbing my dick up and down her butt crack. I let my fingers push deeper between her lips, teasing deeper until I could slip the tip of my finger into her entrance, and then slide it along her pubic bone until I stroked across her clit.

I'd had plenty of practice on my wife over the years, and even though I hadn't played with other women, it was satisfying to know that I was able to excite her as easily as I could Joan. She rocked her hips up and down, bending over slightly as I teased her closer and closer to orgasm, her butt crack stroking my engorged shaft and mushroom head.

She bent over further, rubbing her pussy against my balls and the base of my cock as my teasing finger concentrated on her clit. I couldn't help but squat down slightly, feeling the wetness of her hot pussy stroking my cock.

I still had one hand on her left breast and I let her nipple poke between my fingers so I could tease her nipple as well. Up and down she ground herself against my shaft, her wet lips sliding up and over my engorged and excited head with each stroke of her butt. "Oh fuck," she moaned loudly. "God, you're going to make me come."

"God damn!" Rachel moaned. "Put your finger in me lover. Put it in me and make me come."

I looked up, over Abby's back, to see Rachel, her legs splayed wide and her husband pushing one finger in and out of her now completely exposed pussy while she stroked his hardon. Abby was getting me closer and closer to an orgasm of my own with her stroking along my shaft, and I suddenly got worried about what Joan would think if I came on Abby's butt. I looked over at my wife and saw her watching, not me, but Rachel, stroking her husband's dick. It was a bit of a surprise, but I couldn't deny what she was looking at. Her towel had slipped down enough to expose her left breast, one hand covering most of it while she teased her own nipple with her fingers. Her other hand was between her legs, stroking her pussy lips, her crotch still covered by the towel. Her hips rocked slightly in the chair as she pushed herself closer to climax.

In all our years together, I'd never seen my wife masturbate. Hell, probably because if I did, I'd jump in and take care of it. If she did it, she didn't let me know. Watching her fingers work, I couldn't help but think that this wasn't the first time she'd done it, even though all she ever had to do was ask and I'd be happy to have sex with her.

I started to rock my hips as I rubbed Abby's clit, my strokes starting to match my wife's moving hips as she pushed herself toward climax with her own fingers. Up and down Abby's ass moved, my hips pushing toward Abby with each stroke. I stared at my wife's body, the towel slipping partway off her body, exposing more of her, but her climax too close for her to care. I thrust up at Abby as my wife laid her head back, clearly about to climax, the wetness of Abby's pussy lips lubricating the trip up her ass crack. I heard Evan groan and grunt and knew that he was coming from his wife's strokes, my wife following moments later with a long deep groan from her suddenly shuddering body. Watching her climax for me, in a way I'd never seen before, was more than my over-excited body could handle. My hips thrust up at Abby once again, my head plunging suddenly into her instead of along her butt crack.

"OH FUCK!" Abby grunted in surprise as my shaft plunged fully into her, my cock pumping the first shot of cum deep into her. I stood there, my dick spurting time after time into her as she shuddered and trembled with her own sudden orgasm.

As my climax slowly faded, my brain started to work again and I realized what I had just done. I quickly pulled out of her and laid my still-oozing dick between her cheeks again, letting the remnants leak onto her ass, hoping no one else realized what I had done.

My wife also began to return to reality and quickly covered what had been exposed, blushing at the thought of what had been shown off and also at her orgasming in public. The only one that hadn't come, from what I could tell, was Tom. He had his dick out of his pants and was stroking it, watching, not his wife, thankfully, but Rachel. He climbed from his chair and stepped the few short steps to where she lay with her husband, his pants sliding to his ankles. He pushed his dick at her face and to my surprise, Rachel grabbed his dick and guided it to her mouth. She stroked him, sliding her hand along his shaft, somewhat smaller than mine, trying to coax his climax to fruition.

"Ohhhhhhh shit," he groaned as his body suddenly jerked. I could tell that Rachel was taking his load in her mouth, which is clearly what she intended. She sucked his cock and stroked it as he stood jerking and twitching, a little dribble of cum leaking from around his shaft as she worked to swallow down his copious load.

"Well now," Abby said quietly. "Somehow I don't think this turned out the way anyone expected."

"I'm thinking not," I agreed as I pulled her back upright, pulling her body to mine so I could whisper to her. "I'm sorry."