Birthday games
written by:
Araon

Hi and welcome to yet another story by me ... I would like to give special thanks to snicker who edited the story for me and corrected some of my errors and helped me get a better flow in the story.

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Araon

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Birthday games

So far, this lovely Saturday afternoon had been nigh perfect.

My girlfriend Sandra had picked me up around 2 am, and we had taken a walk through the park, on this sunny day - my birthday. There she surprised me with a picnic basket, and we ate, laughed and enjoyed our company and the good weather. I just couldn't get enough of my beautiful Sandra - she had a beautiful face that was surrounded by auburn hair, was about 5'6" tall, and had quite an athletic build, although not too muscular.

We were both in our late twenties, and were together for three years now, and so far everything had worked out perfectly. Well, almost ... our sex life had gotten a little stale as of late, since we were both pretty busy with our jobs, but we managed to keep the weekends to ourselves most of the time.

After the picnic, we went to the cinema, where we enjoyed holding hands and a little smooching, and some tension already started to build up. I wanted to get home right after the film was over, because I really wanted her, but she insisted on a cup of coffee at her favorite place first. So, with a sigh, I agreed.

Finally, around 6 o'clock we were headed home. I was already so anxious to having sex with her that I practically pinned her in the elevator, kissing her for all it was worth, and almost dragged her to our apartment, which I hastily opened.

Just as I was pulling her into the living room under a shower of heavy kisses and slight fondling, the light went on and several people yelled "SURPRISE!"

Sandra giggled as I stood there dumbfounded, staring at my friends who had obviously used the afternoon to arrange a birthday party for me. They had even bothered to blow up some balloons to decorate the place. On the table was a small buffet, several presents and a birthday cake for me. While I unintentionally straightened out my pants as not to reveal my hardon, I was turning a beet red and could only stumble out a "thank you" before they started singing ...

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The party got going pretty quick once I recovered from my initial shock. Obviously Sandra had had the task to keep me away all afternoon so the people could set the shindig up. As the people started to congratulate me on managing to survive another year, Sandra kissed me and told me she would give me a "special birthday present" later. God knows I was looking forward to it.

Seymour, who had been my friend since kindergarten, connected his iPod with our stereo and soon we were all chatting, laughing, drinking and eating. There were about fifteen people here, and the apartment was cramped, but it was fun.

Shortly before midnight some people were going, two couples because they had kids at home, some because they wanted to catch the last trains home and poor Steve actually had to work on Sunday tomorrow.

Seven people remained: Me, Sandra, Seymour, a tall blonde friend of Sandra's by the name of Melinda, who had legs a mile long, along with her boyfriend Rob, who was a passionate bodybuilder, and the duo of Missy & Chrissy, who were always together. Their actual names were Marissa and Christina, but they would have none of it.

Missy was short and spunky, red-haired and freckled, while Chrissy had dark hair, average height and was a little busty (I'm not complaining). I had always thought that the two of them are a couple, until Chrissy actually had brought a boyfriend along to a meeting a while back. Now I wasn't so sure anymore ... but they were practically inseparable since college where they had roomed.

I was cutting down on alcohol, which didn't escape Sandra's sharp eyes. "Everything ok?"

"Sure." I nodded and took another sip of my alc-free coke.

"Just wondering why you switched to anti-alcoholic drinks."

"Well ..." I smirked. "I don't want to get too wasted."

I could see a spark of understanding in Sandra's eyes. "Ah, because of the special present?"

Turning a light shade of red I nodded, while Sandra giggled. Then she looked through the room. "Anyone want coffee?" Practically everyone screamed yes.

Then she turned to me. "Can you help me?" A little confused I nodded and went with her.

As we came in there she closed the kitchen door, which was odd, but before I could ask her what she was thinking, she pulled me to her for a deep kiss, which I happily returned. She then pushed me back against the counter and sunk to her knees. My mind screamed stop, but I couldn't utter a word as she opened my zipper and took my cock out. Without another word, she took my waiting cock into her hungry mouth and began to suck it.

I didn't get many blowjobs nowadays, but I always cherished them, and while I knew that the people out there might get suspicious, I couldn't seem to care, and stroked Sandra's head as she fed on me. She really assaulted me, knowing that we didn't have much time, and I didn't hold back - all in all I didn't last longer than two or three minutes, my eyes darting between the door and Sandra. Usually she just stroked me to the finish, but today, either because it was my birthday, or because she wouldn't have time to clean up the mess, she took it all, and gulped greedily as I shot my load into her mouth.

It was incredibly hot, and Sandra sucked a little more on my softening cock, cleaning it of my juices, before standing up, and planting a cum-tasting kiss on my lips. "Happy birthday." I pulled her close into a hug, and held her close for a few seconds, as someone knocked on the door. Hastily I put my cock away while Sandra fished some coffee filters from the counter, before we uttered "enter".

Seymour looked at us a little bit puzzled as he came in. "Everything OK?"

I nodded. "Everything perfect. What's up?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to offer my help, if needed."

While Sandra giggled, probably thinking about how he might have helped a minute earlier, I stuttered. "Sure ... Sure ..."

-

The coffee was much needed and appreciated, and although we were only seven people left, we had loads of fun, although things got a bit stale at 1 am, at which point Seymour suggested we play a game to lighten the mood.

"What kinda game?" asked Melinda, which made her boyfriend cried out "Strip poker!"

"You just wanna see other girls naked." replied Melinda and punched him in the ribs.

"Can you blame me?" Rob asked and Melinda giggled, while I was anxious to hear the answers of the others to this question. Although I loved Sandra, it couldn't hurt to look, now could it?

"Nah, not strip poker." Missy finally said, much to my dismay, although she appended. "It's boring."

"Boring?" Sandra asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, all you do is play cards until you lose a few hands and sit naked in front of some horny guys eyeing you, and you get the feel they're all masturbating in their heads."

"More girls than guys here." Seymour added. "But I take it you weren't talking about us?"

"Nah - I had my fair share of strip games - plus, we'd have to find some rules as for articles of clothing and such. I say nay."

"Any better ideas then?" Rob asked.

"Actually, yeah." Missy grinned. "How about the King game?"

"Oh my, I haven't played that forever!" Sandra said. Since no one else replied and I didn't know it, I had to ask. "What's the King game?"

"It's pretty easy." Missy replied. "All you need is a box or something, then everybody grabs in there, where we put the numbers one to six and a king card. The king can then command two numbers to do something, not knowing who they are."

"Like what?" Melinda asked, slightly worried.

"Pretty much anything." Chrissy said. "But don't worry. First of all, we're adults and not stupid teenagers, and second, as an additional rule you can always opt to leave instead of doing something. And if someone gets out of line, we can surely decide that the task is too daring or something."

"I'm game." Seymour said. "It sounds fun."

"I'll get a box and cards." Sandra said and stood up.

"Just one last question from me." I said. "Me and Sandra live here. If we decide to skip out?"

"I guess you can just go to the bedroom or something." Missy said, with a shrug. "But I seriously doubt that this will be necessary."

I wished I had her confidence.

-

"Everybody set?" Sandra asked and shook the box. She had taken some cards from a card game and put them in there.

We nodded and started to pull out cards from the box, trying not to reveal them so nobody would know who drew which card.

I just looked at my 2 as Chrissy squealed in delight and revealed her king card. "Oh-kay - a good one for starters." She was obviously thinking about it for a while, until she finally said: "I've got it - number 3 picks a song and number 6 has to dance to it."

Missy giggled, and revealed her three to us. I was looking to the others to see who number six was, while Missy already stood up and walked to Seymour's iPod. Sandra sighed finally and showed her six. "Don't pick a long one." She said to Missy, who whistled a tune and scrolled through Seymour's vast collection. I smiled at her while she shoved a chair out of the way to have some space to dance.

It took Missy a minute to find it, but she finally pressed play, and Sandra moaned as "After Dark" began to play. We all laughed and then looked at Sandra who was trying to give a good performance. I know Sandra can dance, so it wasn't too hard for her, and the soothing soft music suited her. She was trying not to dance too sexy, but I couldn't help but admire my girl. I also noticed Rob staring at her, while Melinda didn't seem very happy.

As the song came to a close, Chrissy already started to put the cards in the box again and shook it.

Sandra finished and bowed, and of course we all applauded. As she sat down, I gave her a kiss. "Nice performance, darling." She rolled her eyes, but gave me a kiss back.

"Ok, next round!" Chrissy said and held the box to us, and we started drawing cards.

This time Melinda had the king. "Um, I've never played this before." She said, trying to come up with an idea.

"You'll think of something." I said and stood up and got me a glass of wine.

"Hm - how about - a foot massage?"

"Sure thing!" Seymour said and shook his toes. "God knows I need one. So, who shall deliver and who will get it?"

"Oh, yeah." Melinda said. "Um - five will give two one." I stared at my four. No foot massage for me.

Rob sighed. "Thanks, dahling ..." and showed us his five, to which Melinda giggled.

All eyes turned to Seymour who had requested the foot massage, but he shook his head and showed us his one, which was also the moment we noticed Chrissy taking off her socks. "I just KNEW this game was a good idea."

"Great." Melinda sighed - she obviously wasn't happy with the arrangement, while Rob didn't seem to mind as he came closer to Chrissy and took her feet in his lap, starting a massage.

"Someone gather the cards, but take your time." Chrissy said, enjoying the massage she was getting.

"I need to pee anyway." Missy said, and went off to the bathroom, while Seymour dutifully began to gather the cards.

Missy actually needed a while, in which we just casually talked. I was kinda wondering how far this might go, especially since I was in a good position to notice that Chrissy, who was enjoying her massage, was also using her free foot to rub Rob's crotch a little. Melinda didn't seem to notice, because I was pretty sure that this wouldn't have been OK with her.

Finally, after a few minutes, Missy resurfaced, and Rob took his place again, nervously tugging on his shirt to better hide the bulge in his pants, while Chrissy grinned.

As welcoming distraction for Rob, the cards were dealt anew. This time, Sandra had the honors.

She didn't think long - "I'm just gonna use the same thing I used the last time I played this game - eight years ago, I think." She smiled. "Number two and six have to kiss for a minute."

We laughed. Well, I was until I saw my six. Great - so practically Sandra had told me to kiss someone else - I'm pretty sure that hadn't been her intent. To make matters worse, Seymour revealed his two. Hell and damnation ... Sandra had told me to kiss another GUY.

Seymour seemed pretty oblivious to the idea that it could be Rob or me as he loudly proclaimed "Well, I'm number two, so who of you lovely ladies will do me the honors?"

"That lovely lady would be me." I growled and showed my six; everybody started laughing.

Well, Seymour didn't seem very happy after that, but everyone was chanting "Kiss, kiss, kiss!", even Melinda, and I didn't want to drop out so I came over to Seymour.

"No one said anything about using your tongue, so keep it in your mouth." I growled at him so the others couldn't hear, and as Seymour wanted to protest I just lunged forward and planted my lips upon his, and everyone cheered and laughed. Thankfully, soon, someone called "Time!" and Seymour managed to actually keep his tongue in his mouth, but he seemed pissed nonetheless.

While the others snickered I scrounged back to Sandra and demanded a kiss from her. The kiss was deep and longing, and Chrissy meant something like "Hey, you two weren't supposed to kiss, were you?" I just looked at her. "Just reaffirming my heterosexuality."

Again, everybody laughed as Seymour scowled. "And who will kiss me?"

We practically roared as Rob came forward and made a kissing notion with a deep, roaring "C'mere you!"

It took a while to settle down again and a lot of people snickered as they drew their cards. I looked at mine - again, no King, but number one this time.

Seymour grinned. "It's payback time!" and showed the king. "I'd say ... number six and seven, flash or moon the room!"

"There's no number seven." Melinda replied.

"Oh, right ... five and six then!"

Flash or moon the room ... well, it wasn't me, but I sure was anxious who it would be. By the scowl on Melinda's face, I was guessing it was her, but then Missy and Sandra turned their cards for everyone to see ...

I had mixed emotions ... on the one hand, I didn't want Rob staring at my girl (somehow I didn't mind as much with Seymour), on the other hand, this was turning raunchy and actually was hot.

Sandra and Missy stood up and huddled ... I was guessing they were talking about if they would moon or flash. My guess was mooning, because it's less daring.

"How long?" Missy turned and asked.

"As long as you can stand it." Seymour grinned.

"That's pretty long." Chrissy said, laughing.

"I dunno ... twenty seconds or so." Seymour added then.

Missy and Sandra both left the room after that. Rob shot me a questioning glance, but I shrugged, not knowing what they were up to. He had his arm around Melinda, who was a little red in the face and didn't look all too happy. I was wondering how long it would take until she would leave ... this was going over her head.

The girls returned, and all eyes turned towards them, and then, without further warning, they both raised their shirts and we all got a good look at their boobs.

I love my girl, but I have to admit my eyes were locked on Missy's boobs. Seems like she was freckled almost all the way; although it looked a little funny because the freckles were mostly at the sides and not the front which gave her a very unique look.

Missy and Sandra were giggling and shook their booty, much to our delight. Only Melinda looked at them shocked, and I noticed that she caught a look at Rob's crotch, where a tent was building up; much the same way as in my pants.

I don't know if it was ten seconds, twenty or forty, but as the girls pulled their shirts down it was way too soon. Sandra blew me a kiss in the end, and flung her bra towards me - obviously the girls had taken them off while they had been out of the room. Nobody said anything for about half a minute, until Seymour cleared his throat and started to gather cards.

Sandra snuggled up to me and gave me a very passionate kiss until Missy started shaking the box in front of our faces, and we drew cards. A five for me this time ...

"Ha!" Rob exclaimed and showed his king even before everybody had drawn his card.

"Uh oh." Exclaimed Melinda, and we laughed.

"I've been thinking of a good one!" Rob said proudly. "Number five takes off number two's shirt - without using his or her hands."

"You DO wanna see other girls naked!" Melinda scuffed and put her hand in the box to take the remaining card, while I was getting a little nervous, staring at my five.

"Well -" Rob said and then paused, until he came up with "At least there's a sporting chance that it's one of the guys, and then you'll get a treat." He grinned.

"Yeah like - OH FUCK!" Melinda yelled. I looked up at her and she just sat there, watching the card in her hand shocked.

"Oops." Rob said. "Sorry, darling."

"Sorry my ass - uh uh - I'm not doing this!" Melinda said and put her two on the floor.

"Darling ..." Rob started, but was interrupted by Melinda, who just shook her head. "No way!"

Sandra nudged me, and as I looked at her, she tilted her head towards the kitchen. I nodded, and we both excused ourselves and walked to the kitchen.

"What's up?" I asked, knowing that I wasn't in for a treat this time.

"I just saw your five and wanted to talk to you about the game -" Sandra said, a little more timid than she usually was.

"Oh ..." I said. "Don't worry, even if Melinda agrees, I can decline to do it. Rob's really taking it a little far."

"Oh! No, no - that's not where I was going." Sandra said, while Melinda screamed. "I don't HAVE a bra!"

"I wasn't thinking about the shirt thing, I was thinking about where this game might lead."

"Hey ..." I said, stroking Sandra's beautiful face. "We can stop anytime you want to."

Sandra was avoiding my eyes, as she said: "That's just it. I don't know if I want to."

"Huh?" Now it was my time to be confused.

"Well, we both know our sex life has gotten a little - you know. And we already talked about options."

I nodded, remembering the many conversations we had - we had come up with loads of stuff - only we never actually did anything of it.

"And while this game might go pretty far, I think it - it would be okay."

"Even if it leads to sex?" I asked, astonished.

Sandra's face turned red, but slowly, she nodded. "Yeah - even sex. Um - would that be okay with you?"

I pondered the possibilities - and again I was torn between jealousy and the obvious arousal those thoughts were incurring inside of me. And, within seconds, I realized who would win inside of me. "I think so ..." I said, then I gave her a kiss. "I love you, my precious, and if anything happens ..."

"... it's just sex." She said, nodding, knowing where I was going. "I love you so much, too."

We embraced for maybe half a minute until Missy appeared. "Hey, number five, get your ass back in there, before Melinda changes her mind again!"

"She's going to do it?" I asked in astonishment.

Missy whispered. "Whatever Rob said to her it worked, I think she gave him some special birthday get-out-of-jail card or something at one time ..."

"Or something ..." I muttered and took a deep breath.

As Missy walked back into the room, I looked Sandra deep into her eyes, and once more asked: "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I guess it's now or never."

"Now it is then."

And then we walked back into the room.

Our cards were still turned on the floor - everybody knew by now that it was either me or Sandra. Melinda eyed us both, a little fright in her eyes. Rob was grinning, and by god, the thought about what was going to happen was making him obviously horny.

I flipped my card to show the five, and I swear I could hear Melinda whimper as I did.

"Okay then." Chrissy said, grinning. "Let's get the show going."

Everybody sat back and relaxed, while I walked over to Melinda, who also stood up.

"How?" was all she could ask me, and I shrugged.

She had on a rather tight fitting T-shirt, and I knew I was in for a struggle.

"Hm ..." I said and walked around her. "Let me try ..." and then I grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt with my teeth on her back and started to move my head upwards, wiggling now and then.

It worked quite well until the front of her T-shirt was on her boobs - who refused to let the T-shirt slip over them.

"Dam" I managed to mumble with the T-shirt between my teeth. Then I pressed my face on her back to keep the T-shirt from going down and went to the side of Melinda, who by now was shaking noticeably.

At the side, I hooked my teeth into the T-shirt again, and tried once more, but still to no avail, I couldn't get the T-shirt over the bottom of her boobs, and was kinda wondering what would have happened if this were Chrissy, who had the biggest set in the room.

"Sowwy." I mumbled, and then, without any other options, pressed my face against the side of her boobs and slowly edged myself forward so I could teeth in at the front. My cheek rubbed against her breast, and also her nipple, and I could feel it poking out at me. I guess she was aroused after all.

Finally, I was at the front, took the T-shirt in my teeth again and this time I managed to free her globes with one swift motion. And there they were, her rather magnificent breasts right in front of my face. Melinda gasped as they came free.

Luckily, they also prevented the T-shirt from going down again, although I wondered how I would be able to get the T-shirt over her head. Since there was a pause and I was practically staring at Miranda's breasts, she cleared her throat and I looked up into her face that was a bright shade of red at the moment.

"Oh, sorry!" I commented with a grin. "Could you bow forward?"

She nodded and bowed, and I positioned myself over her, grabbing the back of her T-shirt with my teeth again, pulling it forward, slowly backing up. Of course I got stuck again ... the others were chuckling, while Miranda didn't say anything - or see anything at the moment for that matter.

I tried repositioning my teeth, tugging here and there, but it wasn't getting any better, so I opted to take the direct approach - pull hard enough, and it should work eventually. And so I pulled with all my might. Miranda moaned and it still didn't budge ... until there was a loud ripping noise, and all of a sudden the T-shirt gave way and I was sitting on my butt, the T-shirt still in my teeth.

Miranda cussed as she straightened herself and then she took the T-shirt from my teeth to examine the damage. "Shit, this is beyond repair ..."

"Sorry." I tried to excuse myself as Miranda mumbled: "You're going to pay for that."

"Huh?" I replied (yes, not so witty), and she looked at me. "No, I wasn't talking to you." And then, with a sideglance to Rob, said: "And I'm not talking about money either."

Then she sat back down, the damaged T-shirt in her lap, her hands crossed before her boobs so we wouldn't all stare.

Of course, Sandra could have just offered to give her a spare one ... but then again, we didn't want to. The sexual tension in the room had risen by a fair amount as the box made its way around the people. My eyes wandered to the half-naked Melinda once again who had to move her hand as she reached into the box and I caught another fleeting glimpse at her naked breasts. I wasn't the only one who was staring, though - of course Melinda became the object of attention now.

Sandra nudged me as I didn't turn my card, and I looked down ... to see the king. I turned the card and then panicked internally - I hadn't thought of anything. Everybody was looking at me, anxious and waiting.

After I hadn't said anything for about 30 seconds, Missy tilted her head and said. "Well? What's it gonna be?"

A thought flashed through my mind, and, before I could even pondered it, I answered: "I'd say - number three and four - show us your favorite sexual positions."

"Huh?" Melinda grunted, so I guessed she was in again, so I hastily added. "You needn't take off your clothes."

"Rob?" Seymour said, looking worried.

"Yes?" He turned to look.

"Pleeeeease tell me you don't have a four."

"Nope."

"Whew!" Seymour said. "Then who is the lucky lady?" His eyes were darting towards Melinda, but Chrissy actually turned her card.

"Okay ..." she said and stood up. "Who's first?"

"Lady's choice, of course." Seymour said, with a grin now on his face.

"Alright - you go." Chrissy said, smiling.

Seymour nodded and got up, then he walked to a chair and sat down. "Come here." He coaxed Chrissy, who dutifully obliged.

"Which way?" she asked.

"Away from me." Seymour said, and Chrissy turned to sit down in his lap.

"Like that?" Chrissy asked Seymour, to which he replied. "Almost." And with a grin, he grabbed her boobs in his hands. "That's better."

"Hm ..." Chrissy said and slowly started to move a little up and down, to and fro. "Almost."

Then she took Seymour's hands in hers. At first I thought she was going to place them on her hips, as she slowly pushed them downwards. But then she let his hands glide underneath her T-shirt, and then pushed them upwards again ...

Chrissy's breasts almost came into view, as the T-shirt rose higher and higher with Seymour's hands gliding on her body, but then they were firmly placed upon her breasts and T-shirt was raised a little less than I liked it. Looking back to Seymour Chrissy smiled. "Better."

This time he replied: "Almost ..." again and then one hand glide to her back, and he opened her bra. Once more he placed his hands upon her breasts, and by the movement I could see that he was pushing aside her bra and that his hands caressed her breasts slightly. Chrissy still moved ever so slightly, grinding herself on Seymour's cock through his pants.

Sandra's hand rested on my leg, and was also stroking it ... I guess this aroused her as much as it did me.

We all just watched them for a minute, until I cleared my throat. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Huh?" Seymour said, but Chrissy knew what I meant and stood up, Seymour's hands gliding off her.

Chrissy turned her back towards us and actually took off the T-shirt, only to remove her bra, but then she slid it back on again ... Damn.

Seymour cast me a vicious glance in the meantime ... I guess he would've liked more quality time with Chrissy.

"Hey, king." Chrissy said to me.

"Yeah?"

"I have a slight problem."

"Um ... what problem?"

"Okay, you want me to show my favorite sexual position, right?"

"Yes." I replied, nodding my head, trying not to get too distracted by Sandra's hand on my leg ... close to my crotch.

"Well, I'd need one more person for that."

"Huh?"

"My absolute favorite position involves two persons, not just one. So ..." Chrissy grinned.

"Um ..." I looked at the others. "I'd say I say one more number?"

Nobody objected - not even Melinda, so I just shrugged. "Um, number one?"

Sandra's hand clutched around my leg, and she ever-so-slightly brushed against my hard-on as she stood up. "That's me. What should I do?"

"Lie down here." Chrissy said, and Sara dutifully obliged, lying down flat on her back.

Chrissy then beckoned Seymour over, before she went on her knees and hovered over Sandra in a 69 position. "Now you get behind me." She commanded him, and he obeyed.

"Now ..." she said to us, showcasing the position. "If we were all naked and having sex Seymour would pound in and out of me ..."

Seymour started a humping motion to demonstrate. "While Sandra here ..." she pointed downwards. "...would alternate between licking my pussy and playing with Seymour's cock here."

Sandra moved her head forward a little bit ... I couldn't see much, but I was guessing she was pressing her face into Chrissy's crotch.

"And ..." Chrissy said, and slowly bowed down. "... so Sandra can experience some pleasure as well, I would be bathing my tongue in her juices." And then Chrissy started to rub her face into the place where Sandra's pussy was; only there was denim between them. I wondered what she might be feeling at this point ...

They continued for about twenty seconds, before Chrissy resurfaced. "IF we were all naked ..." Then she looked directly at me. "There's nothing like having your pussy stimulated twice at the same time."

"IF you have one." I replied and winked.

And then she slowly got to her feet. Sandra, blushing, came back to me and Seymour sat back down on his place, too, trying to straighten his pants. Missy just grinned and leaned back, and actually gave Chrissy a kiss before she sat down back again.

Rob and Melinda were just watching, although I could see Rob was rubbing Melinda's bare back.

I liked being the king.

Melinda actually took the initiative this time and put the cards in the box, much to my delight as she didn't cover herself while doing so. She even handed around the box while everyone was reaching into it. Either she was really getting into it now, or whatever Rob had said had worked on her. But, at long last, she seemed rather chipper.

I looked down - and to my surprise, the king card was in my hands again. So I flipped it down, and everybody was looking at me, wondering what I would come up with. It didn't take me long to think this time. "Number five ... would you be so kind and give number three a lap dance."

"Seymour?" Rob inquired, to which Seymour only replied with "Huh?"

"Tell me you don't have a three."

"Nope."

"Whew." Rob exclaimed and showed his five, before he looked around. "Sooo - who is it?" He looked at the ladies one by one, ignoring Melinda who was grinning and showing us her three.

Finally he glanced it and didn't say anything, just looking at her, while Melinda grinned. "Disappointed, honey?"

You could see on his face that he was, but of course he wouldn't say it ... So he only said. "Nah ...", then he turned to Seymour. "Maestro? Can we have some music please? And you ..." he turned to Melinda. "Please sit somewhere where I have good access to your lap."

While Seymour browsed the songs on his iPod, Melinda took a seat in our comfy chair.

Sandra cuddled up to me, kissed my cheek and whispered "Good one!" in my ear, then she tickled my ear with her tongue, before turning to watch the show.

"YMCA?" Seymour inquired with a grin, and Rob shouted "Nooooo!", so Seymour continued his search.

Melinda truly was a sight to behold, sitting there half naked in the chair, eyeing Rob, who seemed to think about how he might do the lap dance.

"Got it." Seymour finally said and pushed play, playing something more recent, but still ‘dancefloory'.

I relaxed to enjoy the show, putting my arm around Sandra. Chrissy and Missy had placed themselves so they could also get a better look. Rob began to dance, and it truly was a sight to behold, mostly because it looked quite funny, Rob being the bodybuilding-type and obviously not used to dancing. He came up to Melinda and danced in front of her for a short while, before he came up with the idea of taking of his shirt, trying to look sexy while doing it, which made it fun-looking for me. Even Seymour tried to hide a snicker. Missy, Chrissy and even Sandra hollered, while Melinda watched him looking slightly embarrassed, but amused nonetheless.

Finally, Rob decided that since it was a lap dance, it should take place on Melinda's lap, where he sat down, while Melinda squealed - Rob was no lightweight. He leaned in and planted a kiss on his girlfriend's lips, his chest pressing against hers. She returned his kiss with fervor, again to the hooting and hollering of the girls. Then Rob's hands started to wander along Melinda's body. It was both strange and exciting to watch him as he wandered further upwards and placed his hand on one of her breasts, softly caressing it.

There was no dancing motion anymore, he was just sitting there, kissing Melinda's neck, then he took one of her nipples in his mouth and gently sucked on it. Melinda moaned, and unconsciously I started to caress Sandra's back.

Rob didn't stop there ... he got up slightly, much to Melinda's relief, and his hands started roaming more freely on her body. He was caressing both breasts a little harder than before, and Melinda only moaned as one of Rob's hands slid downward and was placed upon her crotch, where he began a rubbing motion through her jeans.

Nobody cheered or hollered anymore, everybody was just watching, wondering how far this might go. Sandra started to fondle me back, and I glimpsed that even Missy and Chrissy were cuddled up a little closer at the moment. Only Seymour still stood by the stereo, his eyes fixed upon Rob and Melinda.

Rob kissed, nibbled, rubbed Melinda for all it was worth ... The song ended, and the next one began, but this had nothing to do with a lap dance anymore.

Melinda's breath came in shorter spasms right now, and her wandering hands that had caressed Rob's bare chest found the tent in his pants, and softly she stroked over it, which made Rob go even harder. Finally, he unbuttoned her pants, opened her zipper slightly, and we could watch his hand disappear in Melinda's panties, seeing that he was continuing his rubbing motion there.

I heard Sandra breathing heavy next to me, while I tried to reposition myself so I could fondle her breasts underneath her shirt. Sandra turned a little, so I could get better access, but she made sure that she didn't miss on any of the action.

Melinda seemed to be closing in on an orgasm, as she moaned loudly now, her surrounding forgotten, her ample breasts heaving up and down rapidly and with a small yelp she finally came, biting her lower lip as she did. Rob obviously knew Melinda's likes and guided her through the orgasm, his hand slightly rubbing under the fabric of her pants.

Sandra quivered under my heavy strokes, pressing herself against me, and I knew she wouldn't object if I would give her the very same treatment Melinda had just received, and I actually pondered if I should do just that, as Chrissy cried out. "If that's a lap dance, I want one as well!" and she started to gather the cards, while Rob and Melinda shared a passionate kiss.

Now that it was over, Melinda was blushing, and didn't look any of us in the eye. Rob was grinning and obviously enjoying himself, though. Still, Melinda didn't object to taking a card out of the box.

"Shit." Missy said, which made us turn to her.

She sighed and revealed her king, which made me ask "Why shit?"

"At this part of the game I'd rather be chosen than to command around ..." she scowled.

"Though luck." Chrissy said. "Come up with something and we can draw again soon."

"Yeah." Missy replied, thinking for a second. "Okay, how about this? Number three gets blindfolded. After that, number four has three minutes to do what he or she wants, unless number three shouts stop."

"Okay!" Chrissy said. "Don't reveal your numbers yet - just number three!"

My mouth went a little dry as I looked down and there it was - number three. My heart beating, I turned the card for everyone to see. Sandra grinned as she saw the number, and gave me a kiss, before whispering in my ear. "It's OK."

And then she got up and fetched a piece of cloth so I could get blindfolded. I looked around at the people here, wondering who number four was. Neither Rob nor Seymour looked unhappy - so I guessed it couldn't be them, although Rob was a little preoccupied, because Melinda was heavily smooching him.

Chrissy just grinned, and Sandra looked anxious - maybe it was her?

In any case, the world disappeared as I got blindfolded. Sandra made extra sure that I couldn't see anything. Shortly after, I heard everybody whispering ... obviously they didn't want to spoil the fun by revealing who it was.

It took them awfully long while I was waiting in anticipation.

Then, suddenly, someone pulled my arms to the side and around the chair I had placed myself on. While I was wondering what this might mean, I could feel my hands pressed together and then another piece of cloth that was tied around my wrists. I was bound quite loosely, but the intent was clear ...

I was trying to smell, mostly because I knew that I would be able to smell Sandra's perfume, but the person didn't get close enough, whoever it was.

"OK, time starts now!" I heard Missy say, and a female grunt answered her. I somehow doubted that it was Sandra.

Then my shirt was unbuttoned, and hands roamed around my upper body, not softly, but rather firm, which was arousing me a lot. Ever since the action with Melinda I had a hard-on in my pants, and at the moment it was straining against them.

As the person who was fondling me suddenly started opening my pants, I wasn't sure how to respond ... call stop? I didn't want to. Maybe it was Sandra. Maybe not - I didn't care anymore, hoping to get some release. My pants were pulled down almost immediately after they were opened. Whoever it was, she (and yes, I was quite sure neither Seymour nor Rob would do this) wanted to make good use of her time.

A hand gripped my cock, and once again I wondered who it might be. Just as Missy said "two minutes left" I felt a tongue gracing the tip of my glistening cock, slurping away the little drop of pre-cum that must have already been there. And then someone went down on me.

It wasn't Sandra - I was sure of it, because I know my girl and I know how she dishes out her blowjobs. This was someone else doing it, and for the first time in three years someone else beside my girl had my cock in her mouth.

Although I felt incredibly aroused, I couldn't - wouldn't come right away. The person was using finesse rather than force, licking up and down my cock before inserting it in her mouth again. Hairs tickled my belly, and by now I was quite sure that it was Chrissy who was sweetly sucking on my cock.

Melinda wasn't wild enough to do that, and Missy was the king and proclaimer of time.

"One minute remaining" Missy said, and I just hoped that it would be enough time for me to shoot my load.

Someone whispered a bit away from me, I don't know what, but I could hear the sound of a zipper right afterwards. Obviously this was turning into a free-for-all.

Because I wriggled so much, my hands came free, but I kept them behind the chair, knowing that Chrissy wanted me at her mercy - and I was. The warm engulfing mouth over my cock was moving faster now, and I could feel the pressure building in my balls.

"Thirty seconds" Missy said.

I heard a female cuss right in front of me, and for a short, painful moment my cock was released from that hungry mouth, just seconds short of my orgasm.

Suddenly I was jerked forward so I was half lying on the chair, and then I felt my dick encompassed into warm flesh - pressed between two magnificent breasts who rubbed up and down my cock, while the tip of my cock was plopping in and out of that sweet mouth.

"Fifteen seconds -"

Again, I could feel the pressure building, but I also feared that it might not be enough.

The tip of my cock got sucked on, a tongue was darting around the head of my cock.

"Ten seconds!"

Another bob, and yet another slow bob of her head.

"Five ... four ..."

I tried to cum - I needed to cum - and god knows I was ready to burst.

"Three ..."

She surfaced for air, giving my twitching cock a lick with her tongue.

"Two ... one ..."

And once more she engulfed my cock with her waiting mouth, gently sucking, and a moan escaped my lips as I could feel my waiting orgasm approaching.

"Time!" Missy said.

"Fuck time!" I heard a voice right in front of me, and once more she pushed down, taking half of my cock into her mouth.

Nothing could stop me now as I unloaded, groaning, and load by load washed into that sweet hungry mouth right in front of me. I brought my hands forward now, and my hands touched slightly curly hair, which surprised me, because Chrissy's hair was straight.

I groaned and shot one more load before taking the blindfold from my face and looked down to see sweet Melinda softly releasing me from her mouth, my cock still mushed between her ample breasts. The sight made my cock twitch once more, and a little goblet of cum landed right under Melinda's chin, who used her boobs to softly massage my cock.

"That ... was ..." I panted, at a loss for words. Melinda just smiled and once more sucked my slowly depleting cock into her mouth, taking it farther than she had during the whole procedure.

As my eyes wandered through the room I could see that Rob had taken his cock out of his pants, slowly massaging it, his eyes fixed upon his girlfriend who did such a terrific job that my cock didn't want to go down.

On the floor, Chrissy had her shirt way up, where Seymour was caressing her breasts, and her pants were open, and none other than my good girl Sandra had her hand down Chrissy's pants. I just knew that it was only a short matter of time until they would reenact Chrissy's favorite position - but this time properly.

I caught Sandra's eye, and the way she smiled at me, I knew we were OK.

Missy was standing in the middle of the room, and at the moment she was undressing herself. She had already donned her shirt and was slipping out of her pants right now.

I looked down to Melinda, who still didn't give up on sucking my cock. "Want me to return the favor?"

"Actually ..." she said and looked at my cock, who was still hard. "I want you to fuck me if that's possible."

"Only if you take off your pants."

"That can be arranged." She smiled and started to unbutton.

Rob beckoned Missy over to him, and she obliged. Interestingly enough, there was no foreplay, no finesse. She came to him, and he pointed his cock at her, and she sank down on it.

"This is wild." I said, also shedding the rest of my clothes, watching as Chrissy began sucking on Seymour's cock.

"Ohhh yes." Melinda replied, and, now naked, got on her knees, wiggling her magnificent behind towards me. I couldn't refuse the invitation and slowly inserted my cock into her.

Sandra practically ripped off Chrissy's pants and while I drilled Melinda I watched as my girlfriend went down on her. And, much like I had predicted, Chrissy took her chance and rolled over, so she was on Sandra in a 69 position, and, of course, Seymour took the hint and switched his position so they could finally replay Chrissy's favorite position properly.

I just couldn't believe all of this ... looking around, seeing everybody fuck. Some birthday party indeed.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked Melinda, cupping her breasts, taking it slow.

"Huh?" she replied, obviously distracted by the pleasure she was having.

"You seemed reluctant at first to go along with the game."

"Ah ..." she said, pushing back towards me a little more forceful now. "Every year, Rob and I exchange a card that allows us to do whatever we want ... Either to have sex with someone else or to get something extra kinky ..."

"And this was Rob's card for this year?"

"By now it's both our cards ..."

I grinned and picked up the pace a little, much to Melinda's delight.

Rob was using his strength to his advantage as he practically heaved Missy up and down on him, as he was watching me and Melinda.

"Fuck!" Seymour cried out, and I could see him shaking as he pulled out of Chrissy, and shot an incredible load in an arc right onto her ass and into my girlfriend's face. Sandra didn't even flinch, she just kept licking Chrissy, who was as devoted as she was to eat out my girl.

Melinda obviously also seemed to cum to a close, whereas I could keep going for a while, no wonder, after all I had popped my load just a few minutes ago. Nevertheless I knew I was going to stay hard - I just needed to take a look around me.

I bowed down, pressed my upper body to Melinda's back and reached around her so I could fool around with her clit, and sure enough, it did the trick. Within a minute, Melinda was moaning and writhing and cumming underneath my hands. She slumped down and much to my dismay I slipped out of her. Gasping, Melinda turned around and planted a kiss on my lips. "I need a short break."

I nodded, and since I was still hard and willing, decided to just switch.

Seymour had decided to do the same; he was offering his rather limp cock to Missy, who didn't hesitate to take it and try to suck it hard again. So I went over to Chrissy and Sandra, kneeling down, and, after giving my girl a kiss, entered Chrissy to pick up where Seymour had stopped. Chrissy seemed to be delighted, and renewed her effort on Sandra's pussy, who in turn was kind enough to alternate between licking Chrissy and me.

Life was good.

I was a bit surprised as Chrissy also finished up rather quickly, but I tried to adapt to the new situation and suggested a switch, so Sandra and Chrissy traded places and I inserted my still hungry cock into Sandra. No place like home. Sandra seemed to like Chrissy's favorite position a lot, and I was thinking that this might be the start of something new between us.

In the meantime, Seymour and Melinda were going at each other, and it seemed like Rob and Missy were finishing up ...

It took a few more minutes, but Chrissy's probing tongue helped both me and Sandra to reach orgasm, and we collapsed on the floor right there and then, a mess of flesh and sweat and cum.

We used our break time to clean ourselves up a bit, and to drink something, watching Seymour and Melinda fucking their brains out. Rob and Missy joined us, and we just sat down and watched.

A couple of minutes later, they finished as well, and for the first time in maybe half an hour, nobody was grunting or fucking. I couldn't keep my hands to myself, though, touching the naked girls, alternating between them, one arm around my girl, the other roaming freely.

I knew that this evening wasn't over yet, but we all needed a break.

"You know ..." I said. "This is the best birthday party ever!"

Missy, who I would fuck about ten minutes later, giggled. "Just you wait ... My birthday is in two weeks."

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