After the second round or two of our little game of Truth or Dare, the truths slowly faded away and the game simply became ‘Dare’.
We were all three drunk on the hardwood floor of my living room sitting cross legged like a bunch of teenagers giggling and laughing at the semi naughty fun that was transpiring. April had one limp hand laying on my thigh which would occasionally brush against my cock through my underwear, teasing me and keeping me on edge. Now remember that hunger I told you, I saw in Matts eyes? It was now in the air. There was a heaviness lingering on everyone right now that no one was really acknowledging.
“Alright my turn” April chimed in just before taking a sip of her glass. Her eyes looked over the glass first at me…..then Matt….then back at me again. “Lets see…..MATT! I dare you…….to give me a back massage”
I felt my back stiffen up at the idea of Matt’s hands on my wife in such an intimate fashion but before I could protest, April was already pulling her hair into a ponytail and placing it over one shoulder while taking position between Matts legs with her back to him. She looked me straight in the ey as she settled in, and I watched as Matt’s hands came down on her shoulders with the thin tank to separating his skin……from hers.