Order them to quit whining.

You watch the two quarrel for a while and then decide to put your foot down. Both your shoulders pushed back, head raised high, you say, in a sharp and commanding voice: "Stop it. Quit whining!"

They both fall silent and look at you, astonished.

"I have no idea what trouble the two of you have", you say. "Seems to me that you should sort out a few problems. But maybe this is not the place?" It's not a real question, and you see them both nodding slowly. "You are here now, and this is a special kind of party. I am pretty sure you signed the same documents as me, and if you want to get out of this party with your sanity and your dignity intact, you should play along. You are not teenagers, are you? You have been naked before and I am sure you have fucked already!"

The word cracks like a jolt through them, but indeed seems to somehow free their minds. They both nod again, and Emily slowly lets her arm sink down, exposing her breasts and her nipples again. They both still stare at you as if in trance. As if they are both happy that somebody finally tells them what to do and assures them that everything is alright.

You feel a surge of power rushing through your body, watching the two reacting to your speech.

"Right", you say. "Now get your asses together and act like adults. This is all a big game. It can get nasty, I agree, but I am pretty sure nobody will get hurt here - unless you hurt yourselves. Or you do something stupid. And you are not stupid people. You both knew exactly what was going on here, the minute you walked through the door. Probably the minute you got the invitation. So stop the whining, stop the bitching and decide how you want to spend the rest of this evening."

To your surprise, Emily seems to react even more emphatically to your speech than Patrick. She suddenly stands tall, hands on her side, self confident, even though she's naked. Patrick still looks slightly miserable and guilty. His wife is apparently already a step ahead. She looks at you, determined.

"Your offer still stands?", she asks.
You need a few heartbeats to catch her meaning and remember how this all began. But before you can even answer, she has taken a step forward.

"I'll do it. For 1500 coins."
Emily sinks to her knees and reaches for your zipper.
"Emily!", her husband exclaims. She turns her head. "He's right", she says. "It's just a game. And I will enjoy it. I want to - and I know, I will. It's just a dick. I have sucked dicks before, Patrick. Quite a few, before I knew you."

The look on Patrick's face is priceless.
"You didn't think I was a virgin, Patrick, right?"
The young man shakes his head: "I didn't think about it at all", he responds meekly. "I never wanted to picture you before... before us."
"Well, you better get used to the idea. Because, yes, I had a life before you, and I had boyfriends, and you are an idiot to think otherwise and also...", she pauses shortly, "I was damn fucking good at giving head. And right now, I am actually curious and full of anticipation to do it again. There are other men out there, Patrick. And you don't own me." There is fire in her eyes and pride in her voice.

Emily has opened your zipper and your belt and pulled down your boxers. Your dick springs out and {if Arousal <= 10}despite being rather flaccid is still an impressive sight to see. {elseif Arousal <=40}immediatly rises a bit, hardening under Emily's touch. {elseif Arousal <=60}immediatly stands straight and hard. No wonder. You have felt somewhat aroused the whole time already. {elseif Arousal <=80}immediatly looms strong and hard, pulsating and twitching. A drop of precum glistenes on your head. {elseif Arousal <=100}you groan softly, because you know it won't take much for you to explode in Emily's face. You have been walking around with a boner for way too long.{endif} Emily smiles, her hands reaching out, touching and carressing your dick deftly, while Patrick still seems under shock. There is no doubt who, right at this moment, is wearing the pants in this relationship. Figuratively speaking.

Emily spits on your shaft, which prompts another surprised gasp from her husband, and then openes her lips to take you in. You groan and shudder. She hasn't lied: Emily knows what she's doing. The young wife starts sucking your cock audibly, while still using both her hands to stroke your balls and your shaft.

[Portraying believable characters while still putting them into raunchy sex scenes? That's at least what I try to achieve, and if you think I did, just give me a little feedback and hit 'like'. I am really happy about those small tokens of appreciation.]