Six Shots: Truth or Dare

We were six shots in when my best friend’s wife, Bella, dared me to come sit on her lap. Admittedly, I was feeling quite into it at the time. I sat with both feet on one side of her legs and wrapped my arms around her neck to hold on to her. Tensing up as I felt her hand slide up my skirt on the side of my upper right thigh was inevitable. Wasn’t really expecting it, but I welcomed her curiosity.

She blushed brightly and motioned to her husband. It was his turn. She was staring at my chest as it rose and fell with each breath and I was looking over at my best friend, Phil, a drunken smile plastered on my face. He almost looked jealous as I lay my head against Bella’s shoulder, intending to be playful but actually being quite the tease.

He followed his wife’s gaze and noticed she was staring at me, his reaction was almost instant as he shifted in his seat and covered his growing erection with his clasped hands. Trying to be nonchalant, he turned to my husband, “Truth or Dare, Alex?”

My husband’s gaze fell on mine and I could see that he was getting uncomfortable, “Tr…uth,” he said with a slight pause.

Phil glanced back over to me and his wife before turning his attention back to Alex, my husband of six years. His tone was almost envious, “When did you know Jess was the one you wanted to marry?”

Alex looked me over and smiled, “She was upset with me one night after my friends left. She went to take a shower and I followed her and we danced in the bathroom and it got her smiling again. When I realized how forgiving she was, that’s when I knew I wanted to marry her. Honestly, when I did finally ask I thought she was going to very sweetly turn me down. But she said yes. I didn’t think she was the type to be tied down.”

I smirked and quirked my eyebrow, causing Alex to blush, not catching the implication of his words. Phil noticed my response and swallowed hard. The somewhat subtle insinuation lingered in the air, making Bella and Alex both a little uncomfortable. My smirk simmered down and I looked to Phil, “Truth or dare, Phil?”

“Dare,” he said, his voice lighter than he intended. He cleared his throat just after saying the word.

“Kiss…your wife,” I teased.

He walked over as if he were a man on a mission and took his wife’s jaw in his hand, tilting her lips upward and kissing her deeply with me still sitting on her lap. His erection was getting difficult to hide and I shivered as his fingertips grazed my side and back, the contact seemed accidental, but his flesh lingered long enough for me to question that.

Phil pulled away from his wife, who did not seem to be kissing him back at all, and went back over to sit next to Alex, who had the slightest hint of an angry scowl on his face.

Alex looked to Phil’s wife and continued our game, “Truth or dare, Bell?”

She seemed a little uneasy with the kiss as she looked me over. I wondered if she noticed the slight blush stinging my cheeks at Phil’s slight grazing of my skin. “Truth.”

“How often are you and Phil intimate?”

Phil scowled at Alex and Bella looked towards Phil as if seeking permission to answer. She hesitated, “Not as often as he’d like, but as often as I’m willing.”

Bella looked back to me and asked again, “Truth or dare, Jessica?”

I pondered for a moment. Truth was dangerous in this room with this mix of people, so I was much more comfortable saying dare, but if I didn’t say truth at least once it would likely be obvious I was avoiding uncomfortable questions, “Truth?”

“Have…How many people have you slept with?”

“Not enough,” I laughed nervously before continuing, “seriously? It depends on what you mean. Consensual penis in vagina sex? Two. Consensual fingering? Three. Consensual oral? Two. Consensual anal? One. Sleeping in the same bed without any sexual contact at all? Dozens. All sexual partners? Seven-ish, depending on how far I had to go with them before you’d consider them sexual partners.”

She tilted her head as she took in my numbers. It was clear she thought they’d be much higher. I liked sex and I wasn’t ashamed of it, but I also didn’t jump into bed with everyone I encountered. I smirked at her, “What about you?”

She stiffened up and cleared her throat, “It’s not my turn.”

I got a little more insistent, “What’s the question you really wanted me to answer? You clearly changed mid-thought,” I slid off of her lap and onto the couch next to her as I stared her down.

Both Phil and Alex got up and came over to us as it was obvious to them I was feeling a bit slighted by the question. Alex grabbed my hand and started to pull me off of the couch and Phil did the same with Bella when she turned to me and scowled slightly, “Have you had sex with my husband?”

I smirked, I was a sweetheart most of the time, but I could be a cold and callous bitch when the mood suited me. I pulled my hand free from Alex’s grip and found my most determined and sultry tone as I turned my gaze from Bella to Phil, “Not yet,” I said as I blatantly looked him up and down.

Phil swallowed hard and I walked away from the bar. I needed to cool off so I was heading back to my hotel room, alone. The game was over as I knew I couldn’t keep from being cruel with any future questions or dares I dished out. It was best to walk away and sober up before I fucked up and made both her and Alex refuse to allow me to have any interaction with Phil again.

Alex found me sitting in the bathroom in the dark, crying. He turned on the light and knelt next to me just inside the door, “I didn’t mean it,” I blurted out as I looked up at him. “That’s not what this trip was ever about. He’s my friend, he’s just my friend and…and…I didn’t mean it.”

He leaned my head over onto his shoulder and rubbed my temple with his thumb. He knew I had a tendency to say hurtful things when I was feeling vulnerable. He accepted my quirks and understood how I protected myself, even if he didn’t necessarily like it.

He’d even gotten to a point where he could enjoy hurting me when it became obvious that if he didn’t then either I would or I’d find someone who would, and I didn’t always care if I survived the encounter so I wasn’t necessarily picky about who I let hurt me when the need arose. A few close calls put him in bad situations over the years because of me, but he stuck by me and protected me, even from myself.

His voice was a comfort to me as he whispered in my ear, “Do you want me to restrict you?”

I nodded without lifting my head from his shoulder.

He shrugged me off and helped me to my feet. I followed him back to the bedroom then stood next to him as he dug through one of our travel bags and retrieved a long thin strip of leather. He stood behind me and wrapped the leather around my wrists and forearms, binding them tightly before securing the ends together.

We walked back to the bathroom and he stood me in front of the mirror above the sink and kissed my neck, his hand traveled down my chest as my occasional sobs subsided. He easily slipped the buttons of my dress through the buttonholes until the fabric lay fully open, exposing my light lacy bra and panties.

He lifted my face so my eyes gazed into the reflection of the mirror, his skin tone was much darker than mine. In fact, I was so pale I could have followed the shape of his hand over my body in complete darkness. His deeply sun-kissed fingers groped and caressed me through the thin fabric that remained between us.

I squirmed and moaned as his breathing quickened and his touch became hurried and rough, pulling at my panties until they were askew. My reflection taunted us both with erect nipples no longer covered by fabric as it lay beneath my breasts. My back arching, making my stomach taut and breasts rise with each breath, and legs spread open, inviting him to please use me.

He moaned in my ear and his cock throbbed through his pants, against my thigh. One of his hands gripped my throat and the other unfastened his fly hastily, allowing him to thrust into me from behind. He whined and I yelped, my legs weren’t quite open enough and he was met with some resistance preventing him from pushing much more than the tip of his cock into me.

He moved his hand down my chest and between my thighs, roughly lifting and maneuvering me to kneel on the edge of the bathroom counter, my knees on either side of the sink, digging into my flesh in a rather painful, but exquisite, way.

A thick stream of clear fluid dripped from my cunt, down onto his cock waiting just beneath me. He positioned himself and rubbed his tip along my slit, a liberal layer of my lubrication coating him.

This time he entered me slowly, savoring the feel of my pussy stretching to accommodate him. I lowered my hips and he lifted his. He grunted as he bottomed out in me and I squirmed, pushing the head of his cock tightly to my cervix then rocking gently to allow him deeper without much pain for me.

My forehead rested against the mirror, taking some of my weight off of the sharp edge of the sink where my knees balanced. One of his hands gripped my thigh and the other fondled my clit as he rocked the head of his cock within me.

He always knew just what I needed.

He lifted me from the sink, cock still impaled within me and my legs still spread open so I could watch as his cock throb. He lifted me and lowered me, taking great care in ensuring I saw myself spreading open for him as the base of his shaft was much thicker than the head.

He held my weight easily, I could feel the bruising from the line of the counter top filling in, just above my shin and below my knee as he positioned me with my legs spread wide and that flesh no longer restricted by the sharp angle of the counter top. I lay my head back on his shoulder, eyes closed, trying my best to not squirm.

His thumb rubbed over my clit, back and forth, circling and pressing down. His fingers maneuvered over my cunt until he was rubbing his cock through my flesh around my opening. I whimpered and lifted my hips but he pushed them back into the position of accepting him fully. I opened my eyes, looking up at him in wanton lust. He leaned down and kissed my lips. Then he pulled his cock free of me and I whined in protest as he let me slide down him until I rested on my knees, on the floor.

He turned me to face him and placed his thumb on my lower lip, forcing my jaw downward. He looked determined and I knew this was a demand and not a suggestion, “Suck my cock, whore.”

I obeyed and lowered my mouth over him, my juices coated him and made it much easier to get his head down my throat with only the slightest gag. He moaned and thrust his hips at my face, fucking my tongue and throat as much as I was sucking him off. His hands gripped the back of my head and pulled me tightly to him, holding me still as I felt the warm spurts of cum sliding down my throat and settling in my stomach.

He pulled free of my lips before he fully finished and the last two spurts landed on my lips and cheek. He smiled, looking down at me, the slight marking of his cum on my gasping face seemed to make everything right in the world again for both of us.

He pressed the cum across my cheek and back towards my lips and I greedily sucked it from his thumb. A smile spread across his lips. He massaged my jaw and saw nothing but adoration on my face as I looked up at him.

Then, he glanced towards the bathroom door and smiled, “I told you she wouldn’t notice you.”

My smile wavered and I followed his gaze towards the bathroom door. Phil was trying to hide a rather large and seemingly painful erection as he stood in the doorway taking in the sight of my body. I looked back to Alex, he nodded and released my wrists from behind my back. A slight indentation and red discoloration were the only indications of the leather binding.

I let my dress fall from my shoulders into a puddle of red cloth behind me. My bra and panties were still slightly askew as I knelt down on all fours and crawled towards Phil.

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