But the tension had nowhere left to go except deeper.
Cheryl caught my eye across the table and smiled the private smile that said she was exactly where she wanted to be.
“Your move,” she said to the room at large. “Who’s next?”
Claire’s bra lay forgotten in her lap. Her bare breasts rose and fell with every breath, nipples tight and dark under the soft dining-room light. Cheryl’s fingers still hovered near them, not quite touching again, just close enough that Claire kept glancing down as if willing the contact to return.
Dan cleared his throat. “Jesus. This escalated.”
“In the best way,” Cheryl said, voice low and pleased. She looked at Claire. “How do you feel?”
Claire gave a short, shaky laugh. “Like I’ve had too much wine and not nearly enough. And like I should probably put my top back on… but I really don’t want to.”
“Good,” I said. “Because none of us want you to either.”
Dan’s hand slid higher on Claire’s bare thigh under the table. She didn’t stop him. If anything she shifted slightly toward the contact.
Cheryl straightened and reclaimed her wine glass. “Still playing?”
Claire nodded immediately. “Yes.”
“Then it’s your turn to give a dare,” Cheryl said. “Anyone you like.”
Claire looked around the table, eyes lingering on Cheryl, then on me, then on her husband. She bit her lower lip for a second.
“Dan,” she said. “Dare.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“Take your jeans off. Underwear can stay for now.”
Dan didn’t argue. He stood, unbuckled, shoved the jeans down and kicked them aside. Black boxer-briefs, already showing a clear outline of interest. He sat back down like it was the most natural thing in the world. Claire’s gaze dropped and stayed there a moment too long.
Cheryl made an appreciative sound. “Nice. Your turn, Dan. Give someone a dare.”
Dan looked straight at Cheryl. “Dare. Take your top off.”
Cheryl smiled like she’d been waiting for it. She crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her tshirt, and pulled it up and off in one smooth motion. No bra underneath. Her breasts were fuller than Claire’s, heavier, nipples already hard. She dropped the blouse on the floor and sat back as if nothing had changed.
Claire stared openly. “Fuck. You’re… yeah.”
“Thank you,” Cheryl said mildly. “Your turn again, Claire. Truth or dare—me this time.”
Claire didn’t hesitate. “Dare.”
Cheryl’s eyes gleamed. “Come here and sit on my lap. Facing me.”
Claire stood. The movement made her bare breasts sway. She walked the short distance around the table, hesitated only a second, then straddled Cheryl’s thighs carefully, knees on either side of the chair. Their faces were close. Cheryl’s hands settled on Claire’s waist, thumbs brushing the soft skin just above the waistband of her jeans.
“Hi,” Cheryl murmured.
“Hi,” Claire answered, almost a whisper.
Cheryl leaned in and kissed her.
It started soft—just lips, testing. Claire made a small sound and opened for it. The kiss deepened. Cheryl’s hands slid up Claire’s bare back. Claire’s fingers found Cheryl’s shoulders, then the sides of her breasts. When they finally broke apart both of them were breathing harder.
Dan’s voice was rough. “That was… fucking hot.”
I agreed silently, cock already half-hard against my jeans.
Cheryl kept Claire on her lap, one hand stroking slowly up and down her side. “Still okay?”
Claire nodded. “More than okay. I keep thinking I should feel weird about this and I just… don’t.”
“That’s usually how it goes when it’s right,” I said.
Cheryl looked at me over Claire’s shoulder. “Your turn. Truth or dare—Dan.”
“Dare,” Dan said without missing a beat.
I considered him for a moment. “Come over here and kiss Cheryl the way she just kissed your wife. While Claire’s still on her lap.”
Dan stood and walked around. Cheryl tilted her face up. Dan leaned down and kissed her hard—no tentative start this time. Claire, still straddling Cheryl, watched from inches away. One of Cheryl’s hands left Claire’s waist and slid up Dan’s bare chest. Claire’s breathing went shallow.
When Dan pulled back, Cheryl’s lips were wet and parted.
Claire spoke first. “I want another one.”
Cheryl stroked her hip. “Tell us.”
Claire’s voice was quieter, almost confessional. “Dare me to… take my jeans off.”
Cheryl’s smile was pure approval. “Do it.”
Claire climbed off Cheryl’s lap, unbuttoned her jeans with slightly unsteady fingers, and pushed them down. She stepped out of them and stood there in just black knickers, bare from the waist up, cheeks flushed. Dan stared at her like he’d never seen her before. Cheryl openly looked her up and down.
“Come back,” Cheryl said softly.
Claire straddled her again, this time with almost nothing between them. The heat of bare skin on bare skin made both women exhale.
Cheryl’s hands settled on Claire’s ass, squeezing lightly through the thin fabric. “These next?”
Claire swallowed. “Not yet. But… soon.”
I leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Claire. Truth.”
She looked at me, still seated on my wife’s lap. “Okay.”
“How wet are you right now?” |
excellent story very sexy. 
