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Ainsleeand I lose to the Wonder Twins in Pictionary which sucks because we have to drink whiskey and I’m already tipsy. The three are much more competitive than I am but I’m not going down without some sort of rematch. I flirt with Jagger to get him to lose focus but it only works for a second.
Ainslee is my kind of woman because her cut the bullshit personality has her suggesting a game with a more risqué prize. Strip Darts. I’m not a throwing expert but this game has the kind of rewards my half-drunk mind is seeking.
I get through the first round fine but when it’s my turn again, I’m a little further in my drinks. I stand where I’m supposed to and try my damnedest to concentrate but Jagger nips my ear before I throw. I get nowhere near the bullseye. In fact, I almost didn’t get my dart on the board.
Jagger chuckles and Oran yells, “Stop!”
“That’s not fair! Jagger cheated!” I protest since stripping would mean Ains and I are on a losing streak. I look at her and she’s happily nude and still dancing with herself.
I sigh because it’s inevitable. Brown and gray eyes follow each button I undo. I was going to just pull the dress over my head but if Jagger wants to cheat, they can wait. Each button brings more anticipation. They’re down to their boxers and if I have anything to do with it we’ll all be naked soon.
Impatient, Jagger moves behind me and pushes the dress off my shoulders and down my body as Oran takes in my nudity. He’s seen parts but not the entire package.
“There’s my ass,” Jagger growls from behind. His hand slides along my cheek and gives it quick smack.
Orans perusal of my body is interrupted when Ainslee whoops. “Welcome to nudity, Karessa. It’s freeing.” She spins as Oran and Jagger watches. Their distraction is the best way for me to make a comeback. I honestly think Ainslee and Jagger gave up a while ago because it was far too easy to get them to strip.
Oran’s ultra-competitive ass is the last one standing, and while his chest is magnificent, I want to see the rest. I hit the bullseye and squeal but do my best not to do a victory dance. I tell myself to act like I’ve seen dick before. Hell, with a husband like Jagger, I see it daily. Oran teases me because we all know it’s for my benefit. I pick up my pineapple margarita and sip while I enjoy the show.
I lick the sugar off the rim of my glass when his boxers hit the floor. Oran has a big dick, not that I doubted it. Like my husband, it’s all in the energy. My thing for Oran had him as that unattainable fantasy. The celebrity crush I’d never get because he would forever be out of my reach. If it were not for these arrangements, our paths probably would have never crossed. Now, he sees the person he hasn’t noticed for decades and that alone is thrilling.
My husband made him my Hall Pass. And my Hall Pass’s wife just suggested that he should taste my margarita. My stomach flips when he approaches me because this is not a drill. This is not a fangirl delusion. Oran Hale is as naked as he was the day he was born and he’s approaching me.
He takes my drink and finishes it in a few gulps. I watch transfixed as he licks the sugar off his lips.
“It wasn’t that bad, I think it tastes a little different, don’t you, Karessa?” Oran asks.
I don’t know what he means so I try to tell him. “I don—”
Oran catches me off guard and grabs the back of my head to pull me into a kiss. I gasp but that just gives him free reign to my mouth and he knows exactly what to do with it. Damn. I think he and Jagger went to a special school where they taught men to kiss women stupid. For me, Oran is that amazing experience that you die to try but will only do it once.
His big hand cups my whole ass cheek and he pulls me close to his naked body. His half-hard dick brushes my belly and I tamp down my excitement when he groans into my mouth. I’m glad I’m not the only one affected. My hands go up his naked chest and down his big biceps because I plan to get all my money’s worth. My eyes drift closed so I can savor the moment.
When he lets me go. I’m so aroused that I give myself a minute before opening my eyes. I’m greeted by Oran’s gray eyes and aroused stare. He tips up his lips in a sexy smirk.
“Told you it tastes different.”
Jagger
Watchingmy wife melt while my best friend kisses her like he’s eating her pussy has me turned the fuck on. The little asshole is still in her own world but I see how her pale eyes devoured every moment of that kiss. She has so many curves on her little body and I plan to be acquainted with them before this night is over.
Right, now I choose to tease her about her loss. Ainslee’s eyes shine with mischief and our spouses watch our interaction.
“Did I? Or did I simply want to be naked? You ever wonder how I’m the worst player in the room?”
My interest is piqued and she tells me she can make the shot while kissing. I watch as she passes Oran and moves closer to me. She turns like a little bunny and rubs her ass on me in the process. She knows how I feel about asses. Hers is soft and plush and it distracts me until she turns and beckons me.
Ainslee grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me into a hot kiss. She puts all her energy into it like it’s something she’s been dying to do. It’s fucking hot but she has it all wrong if she thinks I’m fucking allowing her to grab me like she owns me. I bite her lip and suck it into my mouth as I get a hearty squeeze over her little juicy ass. She loves my roughness so I give her more. I’m vaguely aware of her throwing the darts because I’m in an erotic battle with her sweet lips.
I groan when she tugs my hair with both hands. Looking at the dart board I see her skill but we have to address her grabbing me. We have a battle of wills; both displaying our willingness to hurt and be hurt erotically. Squeezing her throat just makes her shudder with desire but Oran takes over. I release her then turn to my wife whose eyes are big with desire from watching us.
I rub my hardening dick as I stare at her. Karessa is fucking beautiful and she’s all mine. We may be giving into our desires for one night, but I know our loyalty and commitment to each other will keep us in a solid marriage. Oran is the only man I can trust to touch her and walk away and he knows the same of me.
“Come here, Sweet Baby. Let me play with your pussy while you watch.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
