Chapter 3: Rising Action
The band wrapped up the current song and announced they were going to take an hour break. I saw Sarah chatting with people as they left the dance floor, then she bounced over to the bar.
"Hey guys. We're going into the screen porch to play a game of cards against humanity while the band is on break." Sarah announced, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Come on, everyone!"
I watched as the group started to migrate towards the screen porch, the hum of their chatter filling the air. Sarah looped her arm through mine, giving me a playful squeeze. "Come on, John. You're going to play too."
I hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of unease. I knew what game we were playing, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. But Sarah was already leading me towards the porch, her grip on my arm firm and insistent.
I could feel the weight of the swimsuit bottoms in my pocket, and I knew that whatever game we were about to play, it would be something that pushed my boundaries. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before we joined the group.
As we entered the screen porch, I could see that the table was already set up with cards and drinks. Lisa was sitting at the end, her blonde hair cascading down her back as she leaned over the table to shuffle the deck. Rachel was across from her, watching us come in the room.
There were only two seats left on the table next to each other. Sarah sat Mark down next to Tom and motioned for me to take the other seat. As we got seated, Sarah sat down on Mark's lap between Tom and I earning a pointed look from Rachel.
Rachel lit up a joint and started passing it around the table as Lisa dealt out the cards. Sarah leaned forward to pick up her cards and slid her other hand back into Mark's lap and pulled his suit down allowing his hard cock to pop out of his swim trunks. Since Tom was on one side and I was on the other, no one else noticed what happened except us.
Sarah then sat back down and wiggled her hips spreading her miniskirt out across Mark's lap and Mark gasped quietly as her bare wet pussy rubbed against his crotch.
Tom looked over at me, smiled and winked.
The game got started in usual fashion with everyone laughing and commenting on the lewd answers to the various questions. Sarah and Mark squirmed around a bit and I heard a slight gasp from Sarah as Mark's cock must have slipped into her pussy beneath her skirt.
Sarah let out a soft giggle and whispered something to Mark, who chuckled quietly in response. I shifted in my seat, feeling a mix of envy and arousal as I watched them interact.
I tried to focus on the game, but I couldn't help but be distracted by the movement on Sarah's lap. I could see Lisa and Rachel exchanging glances, their eyes flicking between Sarah and Mark with curiosity and amusement. I knew they must have caught on to what was going on, but no one said anything.
As the game progressed, Sarah's movements became more exaggerated, her hips moving back and forth subtly as she played her cards.
I could see her nipples hardening through her bikini top, and I knew she was enjoying the attention, the secret tryst right under everyone's noses.
Mark's hand rested on Sarah's thigh, his thumb caressing the soft skin above her knee. I could see the slight tremble in his hand, the strain of maintaining control. I knew he was as turned on as I was, the thrill of the forbidden making our hearts race.
Across the table, Rachel took a drag from the joint, her eyes locked onto Sarah and Mark. She passed the joint to Lisa, who took a hit and passed it to me.
As I brought the joint to my lips, I caught Rachel's gaze. She raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. I knew she was onto something, but I also knew she wouldn't say anything. Not yet, at least.
I took a hit, holding the smoke in my lungs before exhaling slowly. The weed made the room spin slightly, or maybe it was just the alcohol and the heat. I glanced at Sarah again, her face flushed with excitement and arousal. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes catching Rachel's gaze and then flickering to mine. I could tell it was getting harder for her to keep things discrete as she got closer to an orgasm.
Her breathing was getting heavier, and her movements were becoming more pronounced. I knew that she was close, and I felt a mix of trepidation and anticipation. I was worried about getting caught, but at the same time, I was turned on beyond belief.
During the next round of the game, the card read "Help me doctor, I've got a ______ in my butt." Sarah played an answer card "Big Black Dick" and Rachel started cracking up across the table.
Sarah looked at her and winked, her face flushed with excitement.
"What, too much info Rachel?" Sarah teased, giggling.
"I think we have a winner." Lisa said laughing.
"Oh, I think it's a winner all right." Rachel responded and Sarah cracked up again.
All the laughter must have really caused some friction because I saw Mark squeeze his eyes shut and heard a low groan as he emptied his balls into Sarah's wet pussy.
"Yep, definitely a winner." Sarah said again, laughing.
Rachel's eyes narrowed slightly, and I could see her trying to process what had just happened. She looked around the table, her gaze landing on me. I felt my cheeks flush under her scrutiny, but I did my best to keep my expression neutral.
Sarah, however, seemed oblivious to the tension, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She looked over at me. "Honey, come inside with me for a minute. I could use a little help cleaning up." Sarah said, her voice laced with a sultry undertone.
She stood up, her miniskirt dropping down to cover her and I could see Mark's cock glistening with her juices. Fortunately, it was hidden under the table only visible to Tom and I. Mark leaned toward the table and discretely pulled up his trunks as Sarah walked around behind me and put her hands on my shoulders.
"Come on honey. Chop Chop." She said. "This shouldn't take long, but play the next hand without us" she told the group as I stood up to follow her inside.
As I followed her into the house I looked down and saw a big glob of cum sliding down her leg.
She saw me looking and smiled. "Mark sure didn't last long, did he. I hope you're hungry." she said with a smirk.
She led me into the bathroom off the kitchen and locked the door behind us. She turned and looked at me, her eyes filled with lust. "That was quite the show we put on out there, wasn't it?" She asked, biting her lower lip.
I nodded, my mouth dry as I watched her. "It was. But I think Rachel suspects something."
Sarah laughed dismissively. "Of course she knows exactly what just happened, but she won't say anything. Now get down on your knees and start licking boy. You've got a quite a mess to clean up." Sarah said, pointing down to the cum that was slowly trickling down her inner thigh. I knelt down at her feet and started to lick the cum off her leg, my tongue moving slowly up her thigh, savoring the taste of Mark.
Sarah let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair as I worked my way up to the top of her thigh. "Good boy," she whispered, her breathing ragged. "You like licking up all that spunk, don't you bitch?" she cooed, her grip tightening in my hair. "You're such a good little cuckold, aren't you?"
I moaned in response, my cock throbbing as I lapped up the mess. I looked up at her, my eyes filled with desire and submission. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered.
Sarah grinned, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "I bet you liked watching me fuck Mark in front of everyone. Was it humiliating enough for you?" Sarah continued, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Did you like seeing me get fucked right in front of your friends, your wife's best friend?"
I nodded, my face still buried between her thighs, my tongue continuing its work. "Yes, Mistress. It was... intense."
Sarah chuckled, a sound of pure satisfaction. "Good. Because it's only going to get more intense from here on out." She pulled my hair gently, urging me to stand. I complied, my eyes locked onto hers.
"Lap up all that jizz cum sucker. Make me cum with your mouth" she commanded grinding her sloppy pussy into my face.
I eagerly obliged her, working hard to bring her to orgasm. I stuck out the flat of my tongue while she rode my face, flicking her clit every time she pulled back.
Her moans filled the bathroom, her grip on my hair tightening as her breaths came faster and shallower. My cock throbbed painfully, its need for release reaching fever pitch as I serviced my wife.
Sarah's knees buckled slightly, her body trembling as she neared the edge of her orgasm. "That's it, baby. Make your mistress cum," she panted, her hips moving in sync with my tongue. I felt her thighs tense, her muscles clenching as she let out a gasp of pleasure.
Her body shook as the orgasm washed over her, her juices flowing freely into my mouth. I greedily lapped up every last drop, my tongue continuing to flick against her sensitive clit. Sarah's body went limp, her legs buckling as she rode out the final waves of her climax.
She slowly pulled herself off my face, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, that was amazing, baby. You're such a good cum sucker" she praised, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. She reached down and pulled me to my feet, her lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss. Then she pulled away from me and let her skirt fall back down.
"Let's get back out to the party. I have a lot more fun planned for tonight." Sarah whispered into my ear, her lips grazing my earlobe. I shivered slightly, my cock still rock hard despite having just gone down on her.
I turned to the sink to clean myself up, but she stopped me. "No, I want you wearing his cum tonight. Maybe someone will notice it all crusted in your beard. Wouldn't that be humiliating." Sarah said laughing.
I tried to protest, but she was already turning to leave the bathroom. "Come on, baby. We don't want to miss out on all the fun." She said, leading me back out to the party.
As we re-entered the screen porch, I could see that the game was still going strong. Rachel was dealing the cards and Lisa was taking a hit off the joint that was being passed around. Sarah winked at me and headed straight for the bar, leaving me to find a seat at the table. I sat down next to Mark and tried to act nonchalant hoping no one noticed the cum in my beard.
Rachel looked up and snickered. "Now I have to go to the bathroom. I tried to go earlier, but it was occupied." She said with a wink and a smirk.
I felt my cheeks flush, knowing that she was referring to the bathroom where Sarah had just made me clean up Mark's cum. I wondered how much she had overheard and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to avoid her gaze.
Sarah came back from the bar with a drink in her hand and took her place back on Mark's lap.
"All right, everyone, let's play another round," Lisa said, dealing out the cards.
As the game resumed, I tried to focus on the cards in my hand, but my mind was racing. I didn't know how much Rachel knew or what she thought of me now. I snuck a glance at her, and she was looking right at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She took a drag from the joint, holding the smoke in her lungs before releasing it in a slow exhale.
"So, John," she said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "I don't know if you realize it, but it looks like you got something on your face. "
"Oh yea, what is that/" Lisa said, looking up from the cards.
My heart pounded in my chest and my face flushed as I searched for a response. I could feel the cum in my beard, and I rubbed my face. "Wow, I don't know what I got into." I stammered, trying to act casual and brush it off.
Rachel smirked, clearly knowing more than she was saying. "Well, whatever it was, you got into it ears deep. she said with a laugh."
"Yeah, John, you should probably go clean that up before it dries." Lisa chimed in, stifling a laugh.
I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, and I knew I couldn't keep this charade up for long. I looked at Sarah, pleading for some help, but she just grinned and shrugged, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
"Yeah, John, you don't want to look like you've been making out with a glue stick all night." Rachel said with a smirk.
The table erupted in laughter, and I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. I shot a glare at Sarah, who just smiled sweetly, clearly enjoying my predicament.
"I'll be right back," I mumbled, standing up from the table and walking quickly towards the bathroom.
Once inside, I splashed some cold water on my face, trying to scrub off the evidence of my earlier activities. I towel-dried my face, hoping that I had managed to clean up enough to not look like a complete idiot.
As I exited the bathroom, I could hear the laughter and chatter from the porch growing louder. I took a deep breath and headed back towards the group, hoping that the constant flow of alcohol and marijuana had already successfully blurred the lines of what was happening.
As I stepped back onto the screen porch, I could see that the game was still going strong. Sarah was still perched on Mark's lap, her hand casually resting on his thigh. The scent of weed and beer filled the air, and the atmosphere was charged with a mix of relaxation and sexual tension.
Lisa looked up from her cards and grinned at me.
"There he is! We were wondering where you disappeared to."
I forced a smile and sat back down in my seat. "Just had to take care of something."
Rachel raised an eyebrow and leaned in towards me. "I'm sure you did," she said, her voice laced with innuendo.
I felt my cheeks flush again, and I quickly looked down at my cards, hoping to avoid any further interrogation.
Sarah leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You did a good job cleaning up, baby.
You look so cute with Mark's load crusted on your face," Sarah whispered, her breath hot on my ear. I could feel my face flush again, knowing that she was trying to humiliate me even more.
"Thanks, I guess," I mumbled, trying to keep my voice steady. I looked back down at my cards, hoping to focus on the game, but my mind was racing with embarrassment and arousal.
As the game continued, I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was watching me, waiting for me to do something stupid.
I could see Sarah out of the corner of my eye. She was sitting on Mark's lap, but had one hand on Tom's thigh, presumably to support herself, but I could see her hand lightly moving.
I was starting to wonder where this was headed, when we heard the band come back on stage.
"Well I guess it's time to dance again." Sarah announced giving Tom's thigh a squeeze as she stood up.
"Who wants to dance?"
I watched as she held out her hands to Tom and Mark. Tom looked at me, as if seeking approval. I just gave him a nod and he eagerly took Sarah's hand. Mark, without hesitation, took Sarah's other hand and they led the way to the dance floor.
I turned to Rachel, who was watching the scene unfold with a smirk. "I guess that's our cue," she said, standing up and extending her hand to me.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. I looked at Rachel, who seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but ultimately, I took her hand and followed her to the dance floor. The band was playing a slow song, and the dance floor was already filled with couples swaying to the music.
When we reached the dance floor, I saw that Sarah, Tom, and Mark had already started dancing. Sarah had one arm wrapped around Tom's neck, her other hand resting on Mark's shoulder. The sight of them dancing together sent a jolt of jealousy through me, but at the same time, my cock throbbed with arousal.
Rachel pulled me closer to her and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I tentatively put my hands on her hips, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. I knew I should be feeling jealous and betrayed, but my body reacted differently. My cock pressed against my swimsuit, apparent to Rachel.
Rachel leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "I want you to know that I heard you in the bathroom with Sarah. You are one nasty boy, aren't you Johnny?"
Rachel whispered, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and lust.
I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but I couldn't deny the truth. I had been heard, and now Rachel knew exactly what I was. I tried to pull away slightly, but she held me firm against her body.
"Don't be shy, John," she cooed. "It's quite the turn-on, isn't it? Knowing that your wife is with another man, and that you're what, licking his cum out of her freshly fucked pussy?"
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered.
Rachel laughed softly, her breath tickling my ear. "Oh, come on, Johnny. Don't play coy with me. I heard every word. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself." She pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with a mixture of mischief and desire. "Does it turn you on, licking up another man's spunk?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I knew that admitting the truth would only humiliate me further, but denying it seemed pointless. Rachel had clearly heard everything, and she wasn't going to let it go.
I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, but I also felt a strange sensation in my groin. My cock was rock hard, and I could feel it straining against my swim trunks. Rachel noticed my arousal and smirked.
"See, you can't deny it. You're a dirty little boy, aren't you? Licking up another man's cum while your wife is out there fucking him. Are you a closet faggot Johnny?" She whispered, her breath hot on my ear.
I couldn't respond, couldn't formulate any words. Rachel's words were turning me on more than any other scenario I'd ever been in.
She had a way of twisting my humiliation into a sick kind of pleasure. I wanted to deny her accusations, but I couldn't. My body was betraying me, my cock straining against my swim trunks.
Rachel pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "You're hard as a rock, aren't you, Johnny?" She whispered, her lips brushing against mine. "You get off on being humiliated, don't you?"
I tried to shake my head, to deny it, but my body was giving me away. I could feel my cock pulsing, desperate for release. Rachel reached down, grabbed my cock and squeezed really hard. The pain felt delicious and sent a thrill through my body.
"Oh, you poor thing. You're so confused," she cooed, running her fingers through my hair. "You want to be humiliated, but you don't want to admit it. It's okay, Johnny. I understand."
"I'm going to have a nice long talk with Sarah. Given your love for humiliation and her hunger for new cocks, I'm sure we can have some fun together." She squeezed my cock again, making me gasp. "But just so you know, your wife just went inside with Tom and Mark together" she whispered in my ear. "I bet they're both fucking her right now. Do you want to go see?"
Rachel whispered in my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. She tightened her grip on my cock, making me groan in pain and pleasure. I don't know..." I stammered, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I couldn't wait to see Sarah with two guys at once. On the other, I was nervous about Rachel seeing me play the cuckold. Then again, she already seemed to know everything about our relationship now and her presence would definitely add to the humiliation.
The thought of Rachel watching as I cleaned up cum again or seeing me serve Sarah and her lovers sent a jolt of arousal through me. I looked at Sarah's friend, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yes," I finally answered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I do."
Rachel grinned wickedly, her grip on my cock tightening even more. I winced but didn't pull away. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine again. Because I really do want to see this up close and personal.
Come on, let's go and find out what they're up to." Rachel whispered hotly into my ear before letting go of my cock and leading me off the dance floor and towards the house.