“Tell us more,” Trinity says, and others nod. Her smile is mischievous, hinting at bottled up excitement. The evening just became even more interesting.
“He answered, that’s enough.” It’s obvious Ellen doesn’t want any more details being shared.
“So, he told the truth?” Curtis looks at her.
“Yes,” then Ellen smiles and adds, “as far as I know.”
Everyone laughs. Carol claps her hands, a huge grin on her face. Her eyes blaze. This surprises me. I’ve always considered her pretty reserved, a bit of a prude. I’m shocked she’s allowed this game once she found out the rules. Her eyes dart around, and I wonder if she’s measuring targets. But now it’s my turn to lead and hers to receive.
“Alright, alright.” I give them a moment to quiet. I sit up straight, staring at Carol. The smile fades from her face. “Truth or dare.”
“I know you better than to allow you a dare.” She points a finger at me. “Truth.”
“Have you ever been naked outside?” I want to get a measure of how prudish she has been. Seeing a seventy-year-old woman is just camouflage for who they were in their younger years.
She doesn’t answer right away. Her eyes dart around the room but are unfocussed, as though she’s thinking, deep. “Nope.” She finally answers. “Never.” She drops her hands into her lap in a ‘so there’ gesture and gives me one of her ‘got ya’ smiles where she scrunches her face and her nose, jutting it at me.
Damn. I was certain I’d discover a secret side to her. Resigned, I start to say, “Alright then. Who’s next?” but Art cuts me off.
“Not so fast there, little Missy.” He leans forward, a hand on his knee. His face looks ready to explode. He has something interesting to say. “There was that time,” he pauses, his mouth working to smile but he’s trying to hold it back, “you’d read that book. remember?”
Carol’s face flares red. She doesn’t need to answer for all of us to know she does remember.
“Oh, that stupid story.” Waving a hand as though that would dismiss the conversation, she goes quiet.
Art brays his laughter. Sounds come out of him, but the words aren’t forming. He’s too busy laughing.
“What story?” Trevor asks.
Giving another guffaw, Art continues, “Naked on a Fence.”
“Nude on a Fence,” Carol corrects him. “It was Nude on a Fence.”
“Yup, yup.” Art is sitting forward in his seat, his ass barely hanging onto the front edge. “Nude. And you went out in the backyard and did just that.”
Carol manages to turn even more crimson.
“And then you called me out. Remember?” Art’s giggling now, full in the memory.
“Enough of that story.” Hands on her hips, she glares at him. She looks at me, and in that millisecond, her entire face transforms. Now she’s all sweet innocence, her smile soft, her eyes gentle. It isn’t going to work on me. There have been many times in the past when she could have shown me mercy, kindness, but she always chose harsh. It was time to bring that pony home.
Now, it isn’t as though seeing her tits is a fantasy of mine. Think of it more as a curiosity. For years I’ve seen then sway and undulate under whatever button-up blouse she wore. Shirly is a loose C, tight B-cup bra. Carol sports a tight D at least. I’ve wondered just what they might look like, and I am going to find out. “Get those puppies out.” I command, trying to get a tender edge in my voice. We don’t all have to be assholes.
“What?” She acts like she doesn’t understand my request, but her hands have gone right to those babies, as though they might pop out on their own.
“You know what? Those, those,” suddenly I can’t call them tits, or titties, the words won’t come out of my mouth. She is too old to have them referred to like that. She deserves more respect. Ha, that’s a joke, I’m about to make her bare her breasts in front of a group of her friends and I’m thinking respect? “Those breasts, your bosoms. If I may be so bold, yer knockers. Let’s have a look.”
There is horror on her face now that she knows I’m not going to let her get away with anything. But there is something else too. Mischief? There seems to be a slight upturn to her mouth that looks like a little smile. Does she want to show her tits? Maybe she wants me to see them? A woody grows in my pants at that thought, unbidden by my consciousness, but there it is. This seventy-something woman is giving me a stiffy with just a hint of a smile. Wow, women can sure be powerful. I almost change my mind but decide to charge forward. Now that I’ve had this thought, I am going to see it through.
Her hands go to the hem of her blouse. She lifts it and works her fingers under the bottom edge of her bra. “Like this?” she asks, lifting everything enough that I can see the white flesh of her belly, the hint of her breast bulging under her fingers. She stops there, waiting for my approval.
Not trusting myself to speak, I just nod.
“Alright, but I don’t know who wants to see these old things.” With that, she pulls up, and her tits flop out.
There are gasps and giggles, but I hardly take note. I’m busy cataloguing how they jiggle, then settle against her stomach. They are massive, with large, dark brown nipples covering the ends. I think it would be a huge baby to be able to feed off those. On the heals of that thought, I add, but they were probably much smaller when she nursed her kids. She had two. But both are large enough to have started on such impressive tits.
“Had enough?” There is a defiant glint in her eyes. When no one responds, she pulls her clothing back down, stretching it out and over those massive melons. My stiffy has gone away, but I realize she has turned me on. There is no way I’m going to give anyone else an indication of that. I look around to see if anyone else might have been stimulated. It’s hard to tell. Are they all hiding their reactions?
“I’d kinda forgot what they looked like,” Art says and follows that with another braying guffaw. Everyone laughs.
“And you can just get right back to forgetting,” Carol counters. Everyone laughs again. Less restrained this time. “Alright, who’s next?”
Curtis picks up the list he made to keep track of the players. “Ellen, you’re asking Trinity. This should be fun.” He gives a leer toward his wife.
“Truth or dare?” Ellen asks.
“I’ll go with truth after that last show.” Everyone laughs again.
“Alright then.” Ellen pauses, although I’m certain she already has the question. After thirty years of marriage, you know someone. She likes the drama, so would let it build. “What’s your greatest sexual fantasy?”
There are murmurs around the room. This is a question that’s generated some interest.
“Oh my,” Trinity leans back, her hands clasped between her knees. She rolls her eyes up as though deep in thought. “Do you mean unfulfilled? You know, Curtis is so good at keeping me satisfied.” She gives a mock gasp. Curtis beams.
“Unsatisfied. We don’t need any of your intimate details. Not like Doug there. In the bathroom.” Everyone laughs, then turns to look at Trinity.
“Well, I guess I’d have to say,” and then she pauses for dramatic effect. If it was out of shyness, uncertainty for what she was about to say, it doesn’t feel like it. As though what has been revealed by those going before her have given her confidence, drawn her closer to the others in the room, her next words come out smooth, “doing it with two guys.”
I flash a look at Curtis to get his reaction, but he doesn’t flinch. I am certain she told the truth and that they’ve talked about it. In that moment, I admire him and the relationship he has with his wife. If I’d said anything like that to Ellen, she’d brain me with a frying pan, then smack me with divorce papers. Actually, I am pretty surprised that we are still here. She had been clear from the first conversation we’d had. There was no place in our sexual relationship for others. She’d been cheated on in the past and wasn’t revisiting the hurt she’d endured.
“Ok,” Ellen says. She has a stunned look on her face, so I guess she wasn’t expecting that answer. “How do we know if that’s true?”
“It’s true,” Curtis responds. Everyone looks at him, but he doesn’t say anymore.
“With who?” Trevor asks. Then puts his hands to his mouth as though he hasn’t meant to actually speak those words.
“Well,” Trinity says. “Curtis for sure but the other, well, that will have to be the question for a future truth.”
“I wish she’d lied,” I say. “The truth, while interesting, seems a bit of a let down after Carol.” Everyone laughs.
“Ok,” Curtis looks at his list again. “Trevor, you’re the asker, Jackie, the askee.”
“Truth or dare?” Trevor looks at his wife.
“Truth, and it better be a good question, mister.” She holds up a fist as though we would need that prop to understand her meaning.
Faking that he is scared, Trevor says, “Tell us a secret you never told anyone.” There are a few muttered comments and one “Oh.”
Jacquie’s face softens, then her hands come to her mouth. “I can’t answer that. Secrets are secrets. I guess you’ll have to give me a dare.” She raises her fist again, but she’s smiling.
“Alright,” Trevor says. “This dare has to do with secrets. Secrets that hide in pants.” He pauses and looks around the room, pausing at each person. I can feel the tension in the room increase and want him to finish his demand. Finally, he says, “Each man has a secret in his pants. You have to reach in and check each of them out. You are free to share what you find or keep it to yourself.”
Jacquie sits looking at him, staring at him, glaring at him. “Oh, you bastard.” Her voice isn’t much more than a whisper, but everyone hears her. Everyone laughs. The secret in my pants is stirring at the thought of her fondling me. I am up for this challenge. I see Curtis wiggle his pelvis and assume he is having a similar reaction to me. Art’s just smiling. Carol’s looking at Art, but she isn’t smiling. I would give a week’s pay to know what thoughts are bouncing around in her skull. This game is really getting fun. Then Jacquie adds, “Each of them?” I’m pretty sure she’s just stalling.
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