He starts a game of "Truth or Dare?"

SHANE

I shook my head, “I choose dare.”

“You can’t choose ‘dare!'” Ria laughed. “We aren’t playing Truth or Dare.”

“Dare,” I insisted.

She looked to Tracy and Connor for support, but they both just shrugged.

“Fine!” she exclaimed. “In that case, I dare you to… pull down Tracy’s pajamas and plant a big wet kiss right on her butt!”

Tracy squealed like a happy child as I hopped to my feet–bent her over the edge of the couch–and peeled her cozy pink pajama bottoms down to her knees. A festive red g-string stared back at me from between those smooth, sumptuous buttocks.

I attacked her ass with a thousand hungry kisses.

“Wow,” Tracy laughed. “When you do a dare, you really do a dare!”

She bent to pull her pants back up, but Ria tsk-tsked:

“I never said anything about Tracy putting her pajamas back ON.”

Tracy rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue. She dropped her nearly naked ass back onto my lap.

I grinned at my wife, “Okay, Ria: truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

I gestured down between Tracy’s bare thighs, where my fingers were stroking in slow circles. “See what I’m doing to Tracy? I dare you to do this to her for a full sixty seconds–but with your tongue.”

“Ooh, I like these dares!” Tracy grinned.

Ria climbed off of Connor and knelt in front of us, gently spreading Tracy’s legs apart. She licked her lips in anticipation…

“Awesome,” Connor said.

Then my wife leaned in and licked the sensitive flesh of Tracy’s inner thigh.

Tracy wiggled back and forth on my lap, her breath coming faster and faster as the minute ticked by. Her eyes scrunched shut, and she pouted with frustrated arousal.

“Ria, I’m getting so wet from you doing that,” she whined.

Smiling, Ria circled her tongue directly across the darkening wet crotch of Tracy’s red thong. The girl dug her nails into my thighs, now gasping for breath–

“Time’s up!” Connor called out.

Tracy shot him an angry snarl.

“Hey, don’t blame me, blame the clock on the wall!”

Beaming with naughty pride, Ria sat back down on Connor’s lap. She looked over at the friend she’d just been licking.

“Okay, Tracy: truth or dare?”

“I’m gonna go crazy if I get another dare like that, so truth.”

Ria tapped her chin, thinking. “Be honest: in all the years we’ve been friends, have you ever wanted to fool around with me, before the other night?”

“Maybe,” Tracy grinned.

“You can’t say ‘maybe!'” I said, giving the girl on my lap a playful spanking.

“Okay, fine! Yes! I just never–I don’t know–never took those feelings seriously, I guess. Like, I’d see Ria in a really pretty dress or something, and then suddenly I’d be daydreaming about making out with her, and rolling around naked with her and–I don’t know, it was always kind of confusing.”

“Doesn’t sound very confusing to me,” Connor said. “Sounds like you’ve always had a pretty clear cut case of the hots for your best friend.”

Tracy looked flustered. “Well, I don’t see why that’s so surprising to you. I seem to remember telling you a whole bunch of times how sexy it would be for us to have a threesome with Ria.”

“Yeah, but I thought all that was just to turn me on in bed!” Connor laughed.

“Well, maybe I liked those stories too, okay?”

He held up his hands defensively. “I’m not complaining, Trace.”

She frowned at him. “Truth or dare, Connor.”