[Janethebrain]

So we are standing in the kitchen, Sue and I are both topless and covered in baby oil, but still wearing jeans and fuzzy socks (it's winter where we live). Jeff is wearing a t-shirt and boxers and has an obvious erection. And we are all pretty drunk.

We all got fresh drinks, but there wasn't a lot of conversation. The pool table massage penalty had taken around 15 minutes, and we had lost the grove of the dice game we had been playing for the past hour. There was also a distinct but unspoken vibe. We had crossed a line, and unless we called it a night, we were probably going to cross it more.

Mooning, flashing a boob, even a quick kiss, these are just "I was so drunk" things. Being topless for an hour and getting a 5 minute baby-oil bare breast massage from a man in his underwear who is sporting a woodie, is a whole different ballgame.

Sue wanted to do something else, but was very unspecific about what she wanted to do. Jeff and I took turns asking what she wanted to do, and she said its up to you guys. I got the impression that Sue likes being submissive and wants to be able to say "whatever we did wasn't her idea." She made it clear that she could go to bed, or she was up for "whatever" but she wouldn't say more.

Jeff clearly wanted to keep the evening going, but didn't want to be accused of taking advantage of drunk girls. He actually said that to me when Sue was in the bathroom. And he implied that he was also up for "whatever."

So it turns out that I am in charge of what happens next. How the hell did that happen? In college and my single years, I was known for being an instigator, but usually once I got the party started I just followed along. I don't know if I had ever felt like I had complete control over what happened in a situation like this.

While Sue was in the bathroom, I asked Jeff what was a game that they played a lot when they were getting naked together. I had made my decision. If I was in charge, the night wasn't done yet. Jeff seemed pleased with my apparent decision.

He told me they frequently played a game they called Red-Black. It was great for late night because you could play it really drunk. You just took turns cutting a deck of cards and if you drew Red you had to answer a truth question and if you drew Black you had to do a dare. Seemed perfect, I had played truth or dare a lot when I was younger.

When Sue came back, she asked what we were going to do, and made it clear that one of the options was calling it a night. I said that I thought it would be fun to play truth or dare, and she perked up and said, "oh we play that all the time with cards" - Jeff was already in the other room finding a deck of cards. He called out for us to come to the TV room where he had dimmed the lights and started a fire in their gas fireplace. Apparently Jeff and I were going to be wingmen tonight.

We all sat on the floor with the deck of cards in the middle. Sue and I were topless, and I realized that my clothes were literally scattered around the house, my blouse was in the basement, and my bra was wherever I threw it. The idea of not being able to get dressed made the fact that I was half naked even more of a turn on.
As we started the game I noticed that we all had exactly the same number of clothes on. Sue and I had jeans and panties, Jeff had t-shirt and boxers. We were all wearing socks.

I cut the deck. Red card.

"Are you really ok with what we are doing tonight?" Sue asked.

"Absolutely, we are just having fun!" I replied.

Sue drew next. Red card.

"Are you ok with what we are doing?" I asked Sue.

"You guys are in charge, I'm in for whatever," Sue answered. She was definitely sending submissive signals.

Jeff drew next. Red card.

I consulted with Sue and suggested that we should ask if Jeff was excited to see us topless or if he had a banana in his boxers. She loved the suggestion, and when Jeff said he had no banana, she immediately asked him to prove it. Jeff leaned back and pulled down his boxers to reveal his semi-erect penis, and then covered back up.

My turn. Red card. I was bummed, I was hoping for a dare.

Jeff spoke up for the first time. "Shaved or Bushy?" he asked me.

"Somewhere in between," I answered. Jeff immediately said, "Prove it."

Sue started to protest that the card was a truth not a dare, but Jeff pointed out that his question was about a banana but he ended up showing his dick. After a brief discussion, we all agreed that where possible, providing proof of a truth question was not a separate dare.

I stood up and un-buttoned my jeans and then pushed my jeans and panties down to my knees. I would describe my grooming as somewhat trimmed, not wild bush, but not shaved. It's winter here and my husband doesn't care if I am hairy. I stood with my pussy on display for 10-15 seconds and then pulled my pants back up. I wondered if they could see how wet I was.

Sue's turn. Black card.

Jeff and I agreed that we needed to see Sue's grooming, since we had both just shown ours.

Sue joked that apparently there was no difference between red and black cards as she stood up and pulled down her pants and underwear to reveal that her pussy was generally waxed, but not in the past couple weeks. She ran her hand over her pussy and said if she had known this was going to happen she would have made an appointment.

Jeff's turn. Black card.

Sue said, "Give Jane a kiss."

I couldn't believe it. The evening had come full circle, and I was going to get another kiss. I was surprised that Sue suggested it. It somehow seemed much more personal than a breast massage or showing body parts to each other.

Jeff leaned over and we started kissing enthusiastically. This was another level beyond the previous kiss, we were using tongues and everything, and as we kissed I felt Jeff start to play with my tits. I was so turned on.

"That was pretty hot," Sue said. I replied that her husband is a good kisser, and she agreed and leaned over and gave him a kiss.

I cut the cards. Finally I got a black card.

Jeff and Sue started debating what my dare should be. Jeff suggested Sue and I should make out, but Sue thought that would be weird since we are such good friends. Sue was leaning towards having me give Jeff a lap dance.

I jokingly said, "Whatever you do, don't make me get another massage!"

They both loved that idea, and Jeff added, "A full body massage this time."

So we all headed back down to the basement. The towel was still laid out on the pool table and the baby oil was sitting on the rail. I started to climb onto the pool table, and Jeff pointed out that I was a bit over dressed.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down and off. Nobody had specified that I be naked, so I left my panties and fuzzy socks on and climbed up on the table and lay face down on the towel. I wiggled my ass a little, glad I was wearing one of my sexier pairs of underwear.

I heard the pop of the baby oil cap being opened, and then felt a line of oil run down from my shoulders down my back. A moment later someone began rubbing my shoulders. From the light touch, I guessed it was Sue. Then I felt a second set of hands on my lower back rubbing more vigorously, it felt fantastic.

After a couple minutes I felt a finger slide under the elastic of my panties, and I heard the pop of the baby oil being opened again. "Don't get any oil on her nice panties," Sue said.

"So let's get them out of the way," Jeff replied. "If it's ok with you Jane..."

I lifted my ass a little bit as a response, and the next think I knew my panties were being slowly pulled down. He paused for a second when my ass was totally revealed, but then seemed to reconsider and pulled them all the way down my legs and off. Now I was completely naked except for my socks. I kept my legs together, not wanting to be too forward.

Sue kept to my upper half, but Jeff dove in with enthusiasm adding more baby oil and aggressively massaged my ass cheeks and my thighs. Every once in a while he would spread my cheeks a little and I was sure he was getting a nice view of my pussy and asshole.

After a couple minutes I opened my legs a little bit, and Jeff immediately responded by massaging the insides of my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy which by now was covered in baby oil in addition to being ridiculously wet. This went on for a while with Jeff getting right up to the edge, but not actually touching my pussy.

"I just want to confirm that this is a full-body massage," Jeff said tentatively.

"I believe that was the dare," I replied.

That was apparently all Jeff needed to hear, because a moment later I felt a finger slide into my pussy, then a second finger began putting pressure directly on my g-spot. He worked his fingers in and out and I arched my back and lifted my ass a bit more. I felt his thumb brush over my asshole a couple times, but for the moment he was just teasing as he focused on my vagina.

Sue moved around the table and was now lightly massaging my ass cheeks as her husband fucked me with two fingers. I was in heaven with the dual massage making me hotter and wetter than I could ever remember. I could feel myself getting close to an orgasm and my breathing was getting ragged.

I felt a finger brush over my asshole again, but this time it lingered with just the lightest pressure. It seemed like one of them was asking me an unspoken question. My husband isn't into ass play and it had been a long time since anyone had touched me back there, but my answer was clear and I pushed back just a little against the finger on my ass.

Apparently we were all communicating effectively, because I heard the baby oil cap pop again and felt a stream land directly on my asshole, and then a finger pushed into my ass.

That was it for me and I immediately started to orgasm. And rather than stop, Jeff continued working on my g-spot and my ass carrying me into an even higher level of ecstasy. After a couple minutes, I said that I needed a break, and he slowly withdrew his fingers. Sue continued gently stroking my butt and lower back.

I had done some crazy things when I was younger, but this was turning into the craziest night of my life.

And it wasn't over