Truth Or Dare Clusterfuck

"I wonder if tonight was a blessing in disguise for them," Emily whispered in my ear.

While some part of me was jealous over the idea, I nodded ... I wanted my Anastassia (my Anastassia, really, after all this time?) to be happy. I used to jokingly call her the Grand Duchess, as in the Russian princess, Anastassia Romanova, and she always loved that. Besides, I was polyamorous and I could certainly push back against any feelings of jealousy to share anyone willing to share me. I was even willing back then to do that with her, but she chose to leave me instead. Just because it was over for her didn't make it over for me, not entirely. I was still very smitten with the chica, even if she had some extra padding to her now.

"It's cool that you're still in love with her, you know. I already knew that going in, Frank," Emily whispered a second time.

"Okay, so ... video games, TV? Risk, Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit, Scrabble?" Tony asked for preferences.

"Simon says," Simon said with a chuckle and wink, helping to lighten the mood further.

"Cute, honey," Wendy playfully swatted his hand, giving him a kiss to the bald spot of his head to show just how playful she was.

"Truth or Dare!" Emily shocked me by speaking up now.

"Okay, I'll bite!" Mary agreed with a laugh, wanting to put her future ex out of her mind.

"Truth or Dare it is. Who wants to go first?" Tony laughed.

"How about me?" Anastassia asked him.

"Alright, honey, Truth or Dare," Tony coughed for a moment.

"Truth," Anastassia told him.

"Are you still in love with me?" Tony asked her, "after all, I've been very unlovable of late."

"Yes, I am. You're the father of my Marisol, my little princess. You've taken great care of us, too. I do miss some of the heat, some of the passion of our earlier days, though to be fair, some of that was the hot, guilty thrill of cheating on my ex. Sorry, Frank. I wasn't usually a bad girl, but at that time I was. Your turn, Truth or Dare?" Anastassia asked me now.

"Truth," I swallowed, ready for the next question.

"Are you still in love with me? Sometimes, I get the impression that it's not quite over for us, not from your end. And, frankly, Frank, when you stood up for me like that, I felt extremely flattered. The little ways that you still show affection without even thinking about it. You're still in love with me, aren't you? 'Fess up," Anastassia got a little bolder with me.

"Well, you are an old flame. Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anyone else here, either. Maybe I shouldn't have come," I confessed, "but, yes, I'm still in love with my Grand Duchess."

Anastassia's face brightened a little and her dimples showed, but she also let a tear trickle down her cheek.

"I treated you badly, Frank, leaving you so abruptly for Tony after getting knocked up by him, but I never stopped loving you. I just ... I was brought up a certain way, and that way said that once you're pregnant to a man, you're his woman now. You have his babies, you sleep with him, and you stay with him. However, the women in my family still tend to have lingering affection and desire for their exes, and if they stray, said exes are often, not always, the partners of choice. When we go bad, we do it for love and we go all the way. Your turn, Tony. Truth or Dare?" Anastassia now asked her beau.

"Truth," Tony kept up the uncomfortable, less relaxing trend that worried me a little now, though it was partly my fault.

"Did you agree to Frank showing up, at least partly hoping to get all of this out into the open, knowing that I was more likely to cheat with Frank than with other men? Did you do it to size up the competition and see if he really was a threat? I know that I did it to test my true feelings, but what about you?" Anastassia confronted Tony.

"Um ... yes, I did. I'm a Italian guy. I'm a bit of a rake, often the sort to get other men's ladies to cheat with me. I'm not so keen on them cheating on me, of course. And I have been unfaithful, so some part of me fears that so have you. Sorry, dear, it's true. Some of it was Andrew's fault, but a lot of it was just ... me. I'm drawn to sluts, but I'm also afraid of them. I tend to tame them and then get bored when I do. And I let Andrew's perception distort what you are. You're still a sultry woman, baby weight or no baby weight," Tony admitted, no longer posturing to impress anyone.

"Antonio Leonardo Francesco Diamante, did you not think that I knew what kind of man I allowed between my legs? You seduced Frank Haddad's girlfriend, okay? You're a womanizer. It's what you do. You're a skirt-chaser, a ladykiller, a philanderer, a Casanova, a lecher. So is Frank, in fact. I think that also gave me some kind of permission to do it. It felt like I was just a pawn in a great battle between lions, a gazelle sure to be hunted down and eaten either way. I dated a Lebanese lothario and cheated on him with an Italian one. But at least I kept in the Catholic family, right?" Anastassia softened the mood with a little self-deprecating religious joke at the end.

"Technically, yes," I grinned, choking back tears, "your turn, Emily. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Emily kept up the trend, a mischievous, pixieish smile on her face with her blush and her dimples.

"Did you go on this date to look at your competition or rival, as you saw it?" I asked her very bluntly now.

"Yes and no. To check her out, sure, so I could be sure if I could stomach the thought of sharing you with her. I'll let you in on a little secret. I grew up with four brothers, all of whom had girlfriends and later wives, and all of whom shared me in the past, both with boyfriends and with each other ... and sometimes with their lovers. Yeah, I was a trailer park party favor several times. I've pulled a few trains. I've been airtight. I can be a real bitch in heat. I'm not a little innocent belle. I'm poor white trailer trash by birth and I own it.

"I'm used to the concept of sharing, far more than one would expect from a Southern girl from the Bible Belt. I'm a tomboy in some ways, but I'm also a great cook and I would make a terrific girlfriend. I've never done crystal meth or any other hard drugs and I cut men off for going into that. I knew that was bad news and I escaped the trailer park to leave that behind me. But I'm not a 'good' Southern girl. I've always been very comfortable with men, including their lecherous ways.

"I can never promise to be faithful, but I'd never ask that of any man ... or woman, in fact. I know myself too well. I'm a sucker for smart guys, exotic guys, well-spoken guys, and well, just guys in general, as well as some gals. I'm the sort of gal who'll go skinny-dipping and fishing with you, let you check me for ticks, wear Daisy Dukes and show off my legs, but also don't care for too much makeup most of the time. It covers some of my best features, such as my freckles," Emily announced with a major lip lock and some tongue, making my jaw drop an inch or two and my heart race as I felt her sweet kisses on my mouth.

"Okay, then. Truth or Dare," Simon asked next after recovering his powers of speech, forgetting to stipulate the recipient, "oh, sorry, that was meant for my wife."

"Truth," Wendy insisted.

"Are you happy with our marriage, and if so, why, if not, why not?" Simon blundered into that one.

"I am happy with our marriage, mostly. Because I see what scum I could have ended up with and instead I have you. You're no Brad Pitt, but you're a lot better than the doofuses that I used to date. Not handsome like them, but smart, witty, fun-loving, someone who can last more than two minutes in bed, someone who can get it up again afterward, someone who's admittedly filthy rich, too, which helps. Someone who makes me wet just thinking about him. And frankly, someone with whom my sister is already in love, if she's honest with herself. Shall we be, Mary? Honest with ourselves? Truth or Dare, sis?" Wendy put the next query to her younger sister, Mary Tolliver.

"Truth, of course. That's what you were looking here, so let's have it out. Yes, I'm in love with your husband. There you go. So sue me. I fell in love with him during those bowling nights, while contrasting him with Andrew and seeing who got the better end of the deal. I used to wonder what you saw in Simon. Now I wonder what I ever saw in Andrew. You're the lucky sister. You didn't find love right away. You found it when you were smart enough to know the real thing, grab it with both hands, and not let it get away from you," Mary acknowledged this fact, pushing back her dirty blonde hair from her amber-colored face.

"Well, he's not a racist like Andrew. Did you know that he was such a pig?" Wendy wondered aloud.

"Ah, the bonus query," I laughed.

"Yes, well, I'll answer it, and then ask Simon his question. No, I didn't. And to be honest, if I did, I'd have never given him a second glance. I'm biracial, not white like my sister, as you can tell. I can usually pass for white, but that's because the darker skin went to my brothers. Daddy's sons, my older half-brothers from his first marriage. Also to a white woman, interestingly enough. Yeah, he had a weakness for snowbunnies. That was Daddy. Now, how about you, Simon? Ever wanted some of this? I get the feeling that tonight is a night for candor and that at least tonight, my sister will forgive you for telling home truths," Mary insisted.

"Yes, but I won't forget. I won't hold it against you, but I wanna know. Are you in love with my sister? I know that you're in love with me, what about her?" Wendy demanded to know.

"Okay, yes, I have feelings for Mary, too. I'm in love with both of you. You both seem to be in love with me, too, which makes this one helluva messy love triangle here. I've ... tried to be faithful. It just hasn't been easy. Not with Mary. I know that she's not just another woman. She's your sister... , " Simon cleared his throat again, reaching for some more beer.

"Hey, it's cool. Hubby likes both sisters. It has a nice 'Dear, Penthouse' ring to it, doesn't it?" Wendy laughed before adding, "well, maybe that's enough uncomfortable truth for now. More wine, anymore?"

"And maybe some of this," Tony took out a bag, which contained a number of plastic, zipper bags, and then produced a blunt, which he lit and inhaled a bit of the "devil's lettuce."

"Oh, yes! On a night like tonight, after all this stress and painful, alcohol-induced honesty, all of these raw feelings, some good weed just hits the right spot!" Anastassia declared as she took a hit as well and passed it to me.

"Thank you, babe," I told her as I puffed, and then passed it onto Emily.

"Thanks, sugar," Emily called me as she kissed me again.

"Another round, or too soon?" Tony inquired.

"Truth or Dare?" Wendy confirmed it.

"Dare!" Simon shouted.

"Okay, I dare you to kiss Mary, on the mouth, including tongue," Wendy told her husband, not letting him get away without locking lips with her sister.

"Very well, but if she doesn't want it, she's free to slap me," Simon was just slightly buzzed enough to relax and go for it, planting a very wet French kiss on his sister-in-law's lips.

Not only wasn't there a slap, the kiss lasted for another minute or so before they came up for air. Then Wendy reached over and gave her sister a very soft, sweet, if chaster kiss, as if openly condoning the make-out session. Mary kissed her back harder and looked into her eyes, both of them breaking the kiss just long enough to plant one each on Simon's cheeks. They both ran their fingers over his groin, too, albeit covered by his pants, making his bulge grow a little there.

"Truth or Dare?" Tony asked Mary, eager to get things moving along now.

"Dare!" Mary was not in a mood to hold back, now being quite eager to cheat on her husband so that she could get the satisfaction of putting horns on him before their divorce.

"I dare you to do whatever Simon says for the rest of the night, regardless of how wild and crazy it is. Be his little slut for the whole evening. You up for it? The only caveat is that he has to actually use the words 'Simon says,' first. Anything not preceded by this can be ignored. Hopefully, Wendy will go along with this, of course. Will you, Wendy? Consider it a game within the game, if you will," Tony teased them both.

"Okay, but that counts as my 'dare' for this round, right?" Wendy asserted, "dare accepted, as you can see. I dare to let my husband boss my sister around for the night."

"Sweet!" Mary winked at them both.

"Alright, then. Simon says, strip competely naked and spent the rest of the night that way, no matter what," Simon told his sister-in-law, eager to see her luscious body, as were all of us if we were honest.

Mary made a point of a proper striptease, starting with her pantyhose, which she slid down under her skirt, and her pumps at first.

"Simon says, put the pumps back on, honey. They should stay on for the night, unlike your clothes. Simon says, blouse next," Simon instructed, evidently wanting to see her in nothing but her pumps.

"Do as he says, sis. That's the rules. You agreed to them," Wendy reminded her sister, who then slid her pumps back on and unbuttoned her blouse to drop it to the floor.

"Simon says, skirt next. Let's see you in your undies," Simon ordered Mary, who smiled at him despite the lump in her throat and unzipped her skirt to step out of it into just her bra and panties.

All of us, Emily and Anastassia, took in very deep breaths as we saw the golden beauty that was Mary in so much more skin. She looked like a blonde Mariah Carey or something, drop dead gorgeous, of course, though differently from the other, equally ravishing ladies. I could certainly sense that Emily was bi from the way that she squirmed and brushed up against me with lust. Mary Tolliver was a walking advertisement for the aesthetic benefits of interracial marriage, that was for sure.

"Yummy," Emily declared openly, causing everyone to look at her and then laugh, including Mary.

"That she is. Simon says, off with the bra, sweetie," Simon next commanded, causing Mary to ask non-verbally for Wendy's help in unclasping her bra.

Mary now stood topless and our previous assessment didn't even seem to do her justice. Those mounds of hers defied gravity and every law of physics, being as firm and full as they were. Mary was a rather large and tall woman and her bust certainly fit the other proportions on her. At six feet tall, she was even taller than any of the men who stayed behind.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Wendy bit her bottom lip in admiration of her own sister.

Anastassia curiously stared at me and then at Mary, followed by Wendy and Emily, as if trying to guess who I might try to seduce among the four of them. Maybe she hoped that Simon would instruct Mary to suck my dick for her entertainment or something, I wasn't too sure yet. She also licked her own lips as she stared at my crotch, as if wanting some of that action for herself. Perhaps she recalled the many times that she had given me hummers and I always came down her throat.

"Simon says, panties, too, baby. Let's see your bush at last. Slide them down slowly, and then pass them down to each of us, so any of us can sniff them if we wish," Simon ordered Mary, who forgot or didn't care that he failed to say "Simon says" for the second instruction.

The sight of this biracial Amazon pushing her silk panties down to her ankles and stepping out of them to hand them to others more than revved up my engine and I doubt that I was alone there. Maybe it was just the weed ridding us of easy embarrassment, but each of us sniffed the underwear without a trace of self-consciousness about it. It smelled very strongly of arousal, the wetness of Mary's bush leaking very well into the fabric.

"Simon says, let the host keep your panties, Mary. They belong to Tony now," Simon winked at Mary, who found her fingers wandering to her exposed pussy to jill herself off for a moment.

"Simon says, sit down, baby," he added, and Mary did, letting us move onto other dares at last.

"Thank you, Mary. I'm gonna treasure these for sure. Your turn, Emily? Truth or Dare?" Tony asked my date for her part.

"Okay, Dare. That seems to be the way to go now, and I want to see where this goes," Emily told him saucily.

"Very well. Strip. Now. Not slowly like Mary. Quickly. No shoes, no nothing. Just nekkid country girl!" Tony commanded, making Emily blush and show more dimples, but she complied.

Emily's brown bush was very nice, but so was the rest of her, including her firm, freckled buttocks and delightful, if B-cup breasts. She sat on my lap without waiting to ask or be asked, letting me feel her naked bum brush against my steely boner. She also planted several kisses on my neck and made no attempt to hide her affection for me at all now. The message was silent, but unmistakable. She was mine now. We were lovers from that moment forward.

"Here are my panties," she declared huskily, slipping them into my front pocket, "you can have any pair that you want and what's in them for the rest of your life, no strings or conditions attached. Period. I'm your plaything, your slut, your fuckmeat from now on. I don't care if you come home from the bar at six am with the smell of the skankiest cocktail waitress pussy on your lips.

"You can raw dog any woman in front of me and I'll still suck you back to stiffness so that I can get my fair share of this. Just be forewarned that I am a slut, even if yours, so sometimes I will drop my panties for other men and women, too, especially if they get weed and Captain Morgan in me. I'm a pirate girl at heart, all about the booty. And here you thought that I was just the girl next door!"

"Truth or Dare, Tony?" Anastassia now turned things around on her beau, perhaps a bit envious of Emily's attention from everyone and their saucer-wide eyes now.

"Dare!" Tony agreed easily.

"I dare you to share me with Frank in a DP. How about it? The Devil's threesome, at least once in our relationship? You've thought of me as a baby mama too much, dear. It's why you've had trouble with intimacy with me lately. I can see that now. I'm not the fucking Madonna, papi. I'm your slut, too, just as Emily is Frank's ... and, if I'm being honest here, I'm actually Frank's slut, too, at heart.

"Let me be myself for once. I'm a woman in love with two different men and you seem past your jealousy to an extent, so how about it? Share me with another man, one with a woman so understand that she'll share him with me? I want to be your slut, but I also want to be his," Anastassia confessed more secrets, even as she undressed to offer herself to both of us.

"Okay, but that counts as my dare, too," I chuckled, even as Emily began removing my clothes to help me out.

"And what's my dare?" Anastassia probed, even as Tony and I prepared to have our way with her, Tony's rock-hard bulge showing that he was as excited by this as I was.

"Eat Emily out while we share you," I told her, making Emily beam as she bent over to offer my ex a taste of her ass.

"Who for the pussy, who for the butt?" Tony asked his girlfriend now.

"I want to ride Frank, so I can have his baby this time. I want you up my butt, 'cause you've got the longer, skinnier dick," Anastassia was honest about her reasons there.

"No more innocent act, eh?" I laughed as my ex pushed me to the floor and climbed aboard the Frank Haddad Express, as I sometimes called my body when it was underneath a woman.

"Emily, shut him up with your bush, please. He's a sweet talker and all, but right now, he needs to do less talk, more action," Anastassia urged my new redneck girl as she slid up and down my cock.

I took the hint and dove in for plenty of slick, juicy, furry gash on my lips and tongue as I ate Emily out and let my ex impale herself on me. Anastassia certainly didn't hold back, spreading her cheeks to let Tony ease into her culo while she began rimming Emily in earnest. Our tongues met quite frequently across my luscious hillbilly slut's taint, making her squirm and quiver as she absorbed the sensations of so much lust.