We dried ourselves off in record time, clearly not wishing to waste another second on anything but going back into the proceedings, and in less time than it took to tell we ended up piling on top of the king-sized bed Amy and I shared.
"So..." Corrine purred, snaking her fingers across my shoulder. "How about you and me go for another spin?"
"Hey, hey! Aren't you forgetting someone?!" The tall blonde fell back as Talia tugged her off of me, an expression of mock outrage on her face. "All of you went ahead of me! It's my turn to get it on!"
"True," offered Stephanie, nudging Talia aside. "Doesn't mean that I don't want to go again, though."
"Can I, Ian?" Another weight pressed against me as Elizabeth rested her chests on mine, hands cradling my face as she kissed me on the lips. "Could we... do it again?"
I couldn't help a grin as squeals echoed off each other and the bed shook from the playful catfight going on all around me, a mess of tickles, prods, and noogies.
"All right, all right! Listen up, girls." Two bright claps were heard as Amy called for silence in the same calm, confident manner she ran her troupe - and our son. "I don't blame you for wanting another helping of Ian, but why don't we try something else and mix it up a little."
"Like what?"
"This is Ian's party, right? What's a party without games?" Above my vision I saw Amy flash a devilish smile at me. "And seeing that there's just one of Ian at any time, I think it's a good idea for you four to duke it out over him."
"I'm still not seeing your point," quipped Corrine.
"Think of it as Blind Man's Pin the Girl on the Musical Ian," continued Amy, disappearing from my field of vision as she reached under the bed and rummaged. A lump began to develop in my throat as I juggled possibilities in my head, and when my wife re-emerged there was a unified gasp from all around. Two sets of fuzzy purple handcuffs dangled over me.
"I didn't know you two were into that," Stephanie whispered.
"Oh, we experimented a little after Ian mentioned that time he and Elizabeth spent in the woods," Amy replied smugly. Elizabeth's only response was to bury her face in her hands between murmuring and giggling to herself. "None of that wooden horse, melting wax, horse whipping shit though; we're not that crazy."
"I have it on good authority that it's not as bad as you think," Talia was heard, followed by another bout of laughing.
"So here's the deal. We restrain Ian and blindfold him, and you take turns in random to give his love stick the pounding of your life. If he can tell who it is and shouts out your name, you have to pass him on to someone else. Whoever gets off on him wins."
"What's stopping him from just calling out whatever name he likes?" Corrine pointed out. "He's only got five options to choose from."
"Four," corrected Amy. "I'm sitting this one out, just for you girls. If Ian messes up, then it's an instant victory for whoever is still on him. She gets to ride him until your brains turn to mush."
"But he'll still know who it is from our voices!"
"Then you'll just have to keep it down, won't you?" grinned Amy.
"...You know, that is the most twisted idea I've heard in a long, long time. I'm in!" Reaching over, Talia gave my wife a high-five. The others murmured among themselves, but it seemed a general consensus had been reached. Amy meet my gaze, scattering her scarlet hair over my cheeks.
"Well, how about it, birthday boy?" she smirked. "You in?"
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