An erotic story with a twist at the end
It started out as a game of dare.
Krissy and I were seated near the bar wearing a look of utter boredom to go with the Gladiators we were drinking.
“Tell me why we are here?” I asked.
Krissy laughed, playfully nudging my leg with hers. “To get laid of course.”
I rolled my eyes, “Ha, thats funny!” I stared at the orange mixture.
Krissy had long blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders in curls. I wondered sometimes if she superglued the curlers in her hair.
How else could she manage to have such luxurious hair with two rugrats she called kids yanking at her all the time.
After two kids, her lithe body whispered of some curves. Krissy’s neckline plunged dangerously low, revealing just enough cleavage to gawk at.
Her flat belly tapered to delicately curved hips.
Krissy had co-dependency issues, she never did anything unless she asked her husband Isaak, which was why when she agreed to go out with me tonite, I had to ask who she was and what she had done with Krissy.
“I know!” Krissy exclaimed. I jerked my head up in surprise.
“You know what?” I drawled.
“Lets play a game of dare.”
My brows raised a notch. “Dare? And what are we? kindergarteners?” I replied.
Krissy shook her head, and I found myself watching the silky waves of her hair bounce in motion with her head.
It reminded me of an herbal essence commercial. I was half expecting her to jump out of her chair, shouting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Krissy waved my protest aside, and eagerly wiggled her chair closer.
“It’ll be fun!” she said.
“oh-kkkkayy.” I said. “How do we play this game of dare.”
Krissy smiled. “Alright I’ll go first.” she took a sip of her Gladiator and cleared her throat. “Truth?”
I frowned. “Hold up I thought we were playing dare.” I said.
“Duh?!” Krissy sighed. “You cant have dare without truth.” she said. “Now come on ask me something.”
“whatever.” I frowned thoughtfully. “Do you sleep with curlers in your hair.”
Krissy stared at me for a moment. “No,” she said. “Your turn truth or dare.”
I shrugged. “Truth.”
Krissy thought for a moment. “Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
I laughed. “No.”
Well into the game of dare, I noticed Krissy had began to ask rather personal questions pertaining to my sexuality.
I held up my hand, “Krissy,” I sighed. “Are you asking if I like Girls?”
Krissy pinkened and I began to laugh. “Hey I like guys ok.” I said. “I even had a crush on Isaak once.”
Krissy’s mouth dropped open.
“Get out! You liked Isaak? When?”
I snorted, “You set me up and you think I’m going to tell you when I had a crush on your husband? Get real.” I sipped at my Gladiator. “But I wouldn’t mind having sex with a girl.”
Krissy’s eyes widened. “Oh migod!” she hissed.
“What?” I smiled. “Hold on a minute. Are you suggesting a threesome with you and Isaak?”
“No!!!” Krissy exclaimed.
I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god! You had me going. The whole threesome thing really gave me the willies.” I said. “No offence or nothing, Krissy but I don’t do my friends husbands.”
Krissy was silent for a moment. “What about friends?”
I stared at her in disbelief. I became all too aware of her leg brushing mine. My heart began to pound, suddenly my skin felt sticky.
“Its getting hot in here..” Nelly’s lyrics had me break out into a fine sheen of perspiration.
“Friends?” I laughed weakly. “Like in you me…a fingerbanging good time?”
Krissy grinned. “Hey thats funny.” she clapped her hands with delight.
“Ha ha ha.” I motioned frantically for the waitress. “Another Gladiator please. Double.”
Krissy watched as I downed the drink and smiled. “I saw the way you looked at her.”
I nearly spat out my drink. “Her?” I glanced frantically about. “Her who?”
“The waitress, stupid!” Krissy inched forward, leaning in. My eyes glued to the soft flesh of her breasts.
“So take off all your clothes…”
Hell yeah….
“I knew it!” Krissy crowed.
I jerked back in my chair, in confusion. “Knew what?” I stammered.
“That you thought the waitress was hot.” Krissy said, frowning.
I was waiting for a clue bulb to light up, because I was still dumbsville. “Ohkkkayy exactly who are we talking about?” I asked.
Krissy sighed. “Well duh, the waitress who was serving us.” she explained.
“Oh.” I scrambled to hide my embarrassment. “its like that well then yeah she’s hot.”
“Who did you think I was talking about?” she said. Then realisation dawned on her. “Oh. Oh.” she squeaked.
“Yeah oh.”
I refused to be embarrassed. “So I thought we were playing the dare game.” I said.
Krissy smiled. “You think I’m hot.. you want to fuck me…” she crowed.
I glared at her. “Yeah that Miss. Congeniality thing is real cute!”
Krissy giggled.
I decided to go for it. “So you want to?” I asked.
“What?” Krissy drew her lip between her teeth.
“Spread your legs so I can eat you out?” I sighed. “Play the game stupid.”
Krissy hesitated. Without warning, she moved. Slowly she uncrossed her legs, in a move that made Sharon Stone famous.
I stared at her in shock. I had been kidding, hadn’t I.
“I dare you,” she whispered. “To give me a fingerbanging good time.”
I stared at her, too bewildered to even reply. My fingers trembled as they came to rest upon her thighs. Krissy remained still as a statue, as my hands, slowly tiptoed over her thighs. Testing her. One hand slid higher, sliding between her thighs.
Her eyes never wavered from mine. She didnt clench her legs close, as my fingers brushed her pussy. The material of her panties were moist.
Her breath came in sharp. I drew her close.
Our mouths touched.
Gently at first.
Then once more.
I was aware of nothing but the soft pressure of her mouth, yielding to mine. Krissy’s breath filled my nostrils as she parted her lips, her tongue whispered over mine, coaxing mine to come out and play.
Urgency filled me then, the need to taste more of her ignited.
I wanted to devour all of her, nothing mattered except the hot fire that painted my skin like wildfire.
I rained kisses over her jaw line, down her slender throat.
Krissy struggled to steady herself, as my mouth followed the neckline of her sheath dress to the valley of her breasts.
“Oh my…” she whispered, “Oh yes…”
My mouth returned to hers, my tongue whispering of the strange ways I wanted her, of how her skin excited me.
“Yesss….” she pulled my lower lip between her teeth and nibbled.
We kissed with renewed eagerness.
“Come back to my place.” I whispered. “I dare you to.”
We barely made it to the elevator that would take us to the top floor of my apartment. The moment the doors slid close, Krissy was up against the wall, she pulled me close as the elevator lurched upwards.
I cupped her breasts then, cradling their plump mounds in my palms. Thumbing the edge of the fabric back and forth, I circled each tip. Krissy sighed.
“That feels so good.” she whispered.
I squeezed her breasts, and she let out a little sound. “Oh!”
I kissed her mouth, her chin, her jaw. I slowly eased her dress up her thighs, revealing her golden alabaster skin.
Her skin was warm, she wore garters that came to mid-thigh. Krissy’s breath echoed my heart beat, hard and fast.
“Have you ever done this before?” she asked.
“No,” I answered truthfullyKrissy let me kiss her before whispering, “Oh god!” my hand returned between her thighs, pressing against her crotch.
She was damp, the silk of her thong clung wetly to her slit. “Ohhhh yesss.”
“Do you like that?” I asked. Her clit was swelling, as I stroked her through her thong.
Her reply was a moan. Krissy wiggled out of her thong, tossing it aside.
“Wow, are you sure you havent done this before?” I asked as she shrugged out of her dress. “We aren’t even out of the elevator yet.”
Krissy laughed, and her hand snapped out and hit the alarm. The elevator lurched to a halt, catapulting me into Krissy.
“Shut up, and kiss me.”
“I can do that.”
*****
“I feel so naughty,”
Krissy arched as my hand sloped over her ass, to caress her cheeks. I stroked the crease between. She wiggled delightedly.
“Stop that, people will see!” she chided me.
I glanced around, an all too innocent look on my face. “People?”
“Yes!” she hissed. “We could get fired.”
“Oh well its the price to pay when you have such a fine ass!” I squeezed her ass.
Krissy rolled her eyes. “You and my ass will get me in trouble.” she said, glancing anxiously over my shoulder.
The office was humming with activity. “We could duck into the conference room for a quickie?” I suggested.
Krissy’s hair bounced as she shook her head. “we could, but old Barnsworth would croak of a heart attack.” she replied. “The old coot nearly caught us yesterday!”
I giggled at the memory.
It had been more than a few days since Krissy had made up that silly dare game. Between work and her home life, Krissy was a busy little bee. She found it amusing that what her husband lacked in the pussy eating department I was more than willing to make up for. Even if it was in odd places.
“Poor baby,” she cooed. “Are you hungry?”
I seized her by the ass and gave it good squeeze. She laughed and led me into the conference room.
We fell on the large table, a tangle of arms and legs. Her mouth was on mine greedily devouring.
“Oh god,”she whispered. “Are we crazy?”
“What do you mean?” I asked softly, lifting my head to gaze down at her flushed features.
“When I’m with Isaak, I count the minutes till I’m with you. You make me feel…” she whispered. “Satisfied.”
I stroked her belly, “Thats just your pussy talking.”
Krissy laughed, “I’m being serious.” she stretched under me. I kissed her breasts. Licking each nipple till they were wet.
“Hmmm suck them…” she whispered. “Oh not too hard…yes just like that.”
I slowly undressed Krissy, ignoring her protests. “What if someone comes in?” she whispered.
“And you care why?” I asked.
Krissy frowned. “Why do I care? Beats the heck out of me.”
She laid naked, poised with one hand on her breast idling stroking her nipple. I felt my breath quickened. Her long hair fanned beneath her.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked. “Do you like what you see?”
I laughed, “I’m staring because you are so beautiful and I’m jealous.” I crawled over her. “Did I ever tell you I’m a T&A kinda gal?’
Krissy giggled. “Once or twice.”
I motioned for her to turn over.
The flare of her buttocks beckoned me. I kissed each moon, drawing the cheeks apart, till my tongue whispered up along her anus.
“Oh god!” she choked.
My tongue swirled around her crinkled rose, wetting it with my saliva.
“Yes! Yes!” krissy moaned. My mouth rested there, as my tongue danced fervently over her ass. I reached over with a hand, my fingertips brushing her breasts. Krissy snatched up my hand.
The pull of her wet mouth along my finger, curled my toes. She sucked my finger then slowly drew it down between her legs.
I teased the opening of her anus with my finger. I knew she was wary of anything penetrating her anus, her attempts with anal intercourse with Isaak had been less than satisfying.
“Wait no…stop…” a low gasp escaped Krissy’s lips as the tip of my middle finger began to push its way in. “Oh stop it hurts.”
I kissed the slope of her back. “no, it doesn’t.”
“Please…” she choked. She was well corked with a second finger when she twisted her head to the side to look over at me.
Krissy’s lower lip was caught between her teeth. “It hurts..but it feels so good.” she whimpered.
Krissy wasnt a quiet person when caught in the throes of orgasm. We didn’t hear the door open, until a soft ahem made us distangle. Krissy scrambled to cover herself.
‘Isaak!” we both exclaimed.
Krissy’s husband towered over us both, his handsome face unreadable.
“Oh my god,” Krissy muttered over and over.
“I..we…that is…”
I stared at Krissy. Her face was flushed with mortification. A certain sense of satisfaction filled me.
‘Shut up Krissy, he knows what it looks like.” I said. I uncoiled from the table and stretched upwards to kiss him.
Isaak’s arm curved around me. I delighted in his possession.
“I-I dont understand…” Krissy whispered. ‘W-whats going on.”
Isaak’s desire threatened to unleash itself around me, reluctantly he pulled away.
“It’s very simple my dear wife…” he raked his gaze over krissy disrively. “Your extramartial affairs were amusing in the beginning, in fact they allowed me some play time.” as he spoke, Isaak’s hand stole over my bottom to caress it lovingly.
Krissy’s eyes widened, “You knew?”
“Of course he did,” I murmured. “he knew about Barnsworth, about your assistant…and he knew about me.”
Krissy’s eyes went from Isaak to me. “You told him?” realisation dawned on her. I smirked.
“Oh no, he watched. He was there the whole time, you were and I together. He had to see with his own eyes.” I murmured.
Isaak smiled, “You were fabulous,” he whispered.
“Of course I was,” we kissed and I glanced at Krissy. Her face was turning green.
“Dont be sick, my dear.” Isaak murmured. “Green doesn’t become you.”
“You told me,” Krissy choked. “you told me you never thought of Isaak that way. You told me I was beautiful… You told me…”
“You were a good fuck, Krissy.” I murmured, ‘But thats all you were.”
Krissy glanced at me and then at Isaak, ‘All this time you and she,” she choked. “How long…how long did you plan to humiliate me like this?”
Isaak pressed a kiss to my head,
“humiliation is such a strong word,” I whispered. “There was one truth I never told you Krissy,” I laced my fingers through Isaak’s. “Isaak was my first. He married you only because his family didn’t approve of me.”
Isaak’s eyes darkened, “I’ve never stopped loving you.” he whispered. I smiled then looked at Krissy. ‘You, on the other hand, I settled for.”
“So you see, although he and I could never be legally together, what we have is something you can never understand.”
“This was all a game to you!” Krissy choked, ‘You never cared about me either one of you!” struggling to dress, Krissy glared at us. “You’ll hear from my lawyer.”
I tsked, “Dont make threats, Isaak wasnt the one caught cheating.” I warned. The door rocked on its hinges as it slammed close.
Isaak pulled me close. His head rested upon mine. “I’m sorry.” I murmured.
Isaak sighed, “No I’m sorry I never stood up to my family, and up to Krissy.” he replied. He glanced down at me.
“You were beginning to enjoy her huh?” he asked.
I smiled coyly, my fingers tiptoing over the rock hard erection he was sporting. “So were you.” I murmured. “how long were you watching today?”
“Long enough.” he said. “A game of truth or dare.” he lowered me onto the conference table. “Who knew games could be so much fun.”