The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 9 - Sex Stories

The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 9

... in all the years we've been friends, have you ever wanted to fool around with me, before the other night?" "Maybe," Tracy grinned. "You can't say 'maybe!'" I said, giving the girl on my lap a playful spanking. "Okay, fine! Yes! I just never--I don't know--never took those feelings seriously, I guess. Like, I'd see Ria in a really pretty dress or something, and then suddenly I'd be daydreaming about making out with her, and rolling around naked with her and--I don't know, it was always kind of confusing." "Doesn't sound very confusing to me," Connor said. "Sounds like you've always had a pretty clear cut case of the hots for your best friend." Tracy looked flustered. "Well, I don't see why that's so surprising to you. I seem to remember telling you a whole bunch of times how sexy it would be for us to have a threesome with Ria." "Yeah, but I thought all that was just to turn me on in bed!" Connor laughed. "Well, maybe I liked those stories too, okay?" He held up his hands defensively. "I'm not complaining, Trace." She frowned at him. "Truth or dare, Connor.” "Dare," he said. "I dare you to strip buck naked, and then show Ria some of those crazy handstand push-ups you can do." "No problem!" he shrugged, getting to his feet. My wife watched with rapt attention as he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. Connor’s thick, erect cock strained against the material of his boxers. "Ria, would you do the honors?" he asked. She reached out her slender fingers--shaking with a ...

... slight tremor of arousal--and stroked him. Then she grabbed the elastic of Connor's waistband and tugged it down the length of his legs, leaving his throbbing penis pointing right at her lips. Ria couldn't help herself. She leaned forward and touched her tongue to the very tip--holding eye contact with Connor the entire time. "The push-ups!" Tracy shouted. With a groan, Connor reluctantly stepped away from my wife and flipped himself up into a handstand position. "Okay, here goes--" Triceps straining, he bent his arms and then straightened them out again, every muscle on his naked body going rigid from the effort. He did it maybe two dozen times, without stopping. Ria's eyes bugged out of her head. "Wish I could do that," I whispered to Tracy. "Don't be silly," she whispered back. "We don't need two Connors. Ria and I both want to fuck you every bit as badly as we want to fuck him." Connor finally got back on his feet, his face beet red from the head rush. "Shane, you're up!" he called out. "Dare," I said. "Okay, you might wanna take notes, because this one's complicated. There’s two parts to it." I politely showed him my middle finger. "First, you've gotta take off all your clothes, even your underwear." "Okay--" "Then you gotta put on Tracy's pink pajama top and wear it until it's your turn again." "Hey, wait a minute!" Tracy protested. "How come I lose clothes every time Shane takes a dare?" Connor shrugged, "Because you're hot. Duh." I just laughed, pouring myself another shot ...