While we had never done anything sexually with another couple, this was common dinner party conversation for Jane when she felt comfortable with new people. We were an open book sexually, and there was a bit of a thrill in sharing the more intimate details of our sex life with others.
The game started the usual way, with fairly tame questions about public sex, oral performances and porn viewing. But gradually it got more indecent, and the temperature began to rise. Forgetting herself, Jane ran her hand up my leg until she reached my groin, and proceeded to rub her thumb up and down until my erection grew in her hand. “I’ve got one” she announced, staring intently at me with a smirk, knowing she was about to get me in trouble “never have I ever masturbated about a colleague”.
I did my best to keep my composure, and returned her cheeky smile with an exasperated shake of the head, but I could feel the blood rush to my face. I drained the rest of my glass, but I didn’t drink alone. From the corner of my eye I saw Alice shyly sip from her glass. My mind was flooded with fantasies about Alice touching herself.