Spin the bottle

“But why is your wife flirting with other men, Steven?

“You call that flirting?” I asked, shocked how carelessly his mother-in-law downplayed the continuous cheating of his wife. It wasn’t even some casual kissing in a bar, no. The only kissing his wife did was kissing on the heads of those spent cocks and licking away the cum she might have missed. Flirting? Yes, flirting, until those spent cocks were fully erect again!

“Well, she is entitled to some harmless fun, right? His mother-in-law replied. “It is not that she is committing murder or something so serious like that.”

“And maybe your wife's behavior is a cry for help. She has her needs, and apparently you don’t help her.”

I had never considered that angle. Was his wife sucking and fucking big cocks because she felt lonely? Getting her pussy abused by those big cum-pumping cocks because he didn’t pay attention to her? Was it all his fault?

“Maybe those men had strong seduction techniques and your wife fell for it.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know Steven. Perhaps those guys are saying something like, "Suck my big cock?”

“That’s not a strong technique.” Her son-in-law replied.

“If you take it out and slap your wife's face with it, it is. She might have felt some drops of precum land on her cheeks, and that might have been trigger enough for her to lower her married mouth on those big throbbing cocks.”

“Maybe she wanted to rescue them," Mabel added.

“Rescue? How come?” I asked.

“You silly! Rescue those big swollen balls from becoming blue, you derp.” Mabel laughed. “Maybe your wife had no choice and needed to drain those cum-filled balls by any means necessary. I believe your wife even sacrificed herself by swallowing all that warm cum.”

“Sacrifice? Are you kidding me?” I replied angrily.

“Do you see any cum stains on your carpet? No, you do not. Do you see any seed on your furniture? No, you do not.” Mabel made him clear that not all was bad.

Even if her daughter was a true cheap whore, the house was spotless. You had to give her that, Mabel thought.

“Well, whatever," I replied, trying to save the little bit of remaining manhood. “At least she is on the pill.”

“But the pill is not entirely safe; you do know this, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I remember correctly, it is only 91% safe.”

“91 %?” I repeated, clearly shocked.

“Yes. It depends on several factors. However, the truth is that 9 out of 100 men could potentially impregnate your wife.

My face turned ash-grey.

Mabel chuckled, seeing her son-in-law realizing her daughter's dangerous game of playing cum-roulette. A baby belly was just a matter of time.

“And there is more," Mabel added. “The fertility period lasts around six days each month. The fertility period includes five days before ovulation and the day of ovulation itself.

“Meaning?”

“If your wife fucks six different men in that period, the chance is that we will never know who the father is.”

I stayed silent, trying hard to swallow and digest what his mother-in-law just told him. I wanted to puke, feeling all queasy inside. One thing was the sexual photos of my wife; another thing was Lola getting knocked up. Hell, it might even be a black bastard, with his luck.

“But that's all hypothetical, Steven. We don’t even know if your wife takes the pill at all.”

I quickly scanned my memory for any proof of having seen in their bathroom some kind of contraceptives, but I couldn’t remember anything. I became more worried by the minute as Mabel kept telling him one piece of bad news after the next one.

“So, we might soon have a baby in our house.” I dryly concluded.

"Wouldn't it be that wonderful, Steven? Imagine hearing at breakfast the pitter-patter of those little feet. What a joy would that bring!” Mabel chuckled.

“But I am not the father.”

“I think it doesn’t matter anymore, Steven. By the amount of cum my daughter welcomed in her cheating cunt the last couple of months, she might be pregnant already.”

I felt horrible. Defeated. Unmanly. And his mother-in-law made everything worse. I didn’t even register that she continued talking until she called him by his name.

“Steven?”

“Eh, yes?”

Is your wife’s stomach still flat, or does she have a sweet little baby bump?”

I thought about it, but I honestly couldn’t say.

“Well, maybe you want to check it out from now on. My daughter is a busy bee. I wouldn’t be surprised that she brings home a baby bump every year from now on.”

I swallowed, imagining his wife opening her legs to anyone with a ready, precum-dripping cock and becoming a true baby factory, bringing one bastard after another to their home. I was still thinking about this as Mabel asked something.

“Have you ever cheated on her, Steven?”

His face went white-red from anger, and I shouted at Mabel. “NEVER!”

Mabel was unimpressed by his burst of outrage but found it funny. She grinned at him and asked if he ever tried but was rejected.

“Not as long as I know, Lola," I replied.

“But you don’t know my daughter very long. Don’t you have a crush somewhere?”

I blushed again, betraying my thoughts.

"C'mon, Steven, you can tell me. I am your mother-in-law!”

“Well, yes. I had, no, I still have, this one strong crush.”

“On who?”

“I still see her sometimes; she is very pretty, and she even flirts with me each time we meet.”

“Where is that?”

“She is a young trainee at my tax office. Her name is Adriana. I believe she is 19.”

“I have an idea about how to win back your wife.” Mabel grinned at Steven.

“How?”

“We have to play it smart. What you will do is invite both Adriana and your wife to your birthday party next week. Invite other people too; we need the house full with folks.”

“Sure, I can do that. And then what?”

“We will make sure your wife sees you flirt with Adriana. This will make you more attractive to her, and she might even become a bit jealous.”

“Excellent idea, Mabel!” I replied excitedly.

“And you will invite Jason too.”

“No!” I almost screamed.

“Yes, you will. Because you want him to stop seeing your wife. And planning a meeting with him somewhere the two of you will not work. He might even hit you. It is not the right setting, and the confrontation is too big. At your birthday party, you will simply have a casual chat with him. People will see the two of you talk, and there is not much he can do there. Least of all to assault you in your own house with so many witnesses.”

“Will that work?”

“Give it a try. Make up a story about why it is better for her to come back to you. Just let your brain work something out; you still have plenty of time. Perhaps tell him the cost of having a child. Scare him with that. Exaggerate the cost a little. Add to that the costs of high school and college.”

“Yes, that might work," I thought aloud. "Thanks, Mabel! Brilliant idea!”

“Here, look at the results.” Mabel showed on her cell the search results on Google: “Until 18 years old, at least 303,000 dollars, and if you add college, a whopping 450,000 dollars. " In our state it would be more or less 520,000 dollars. Without any unexpected costs such as car repairs, accidents, hospital, and so on.”

“You are so right!”

“The moment Jason hears those numbers, his next fuck with your wife could be very expensive for him.”

I smiled. Such a devilish plan of my mother-in-law. I did have my doubts about her, almost believing she was on my wife's side. Or against me, just for fun. The way she loved looking with me at those highly pornographic photos of my wife fucking all kinds of cocks and wanting to discuss them with me. Evaluating and admiring the big-sized cocks my wife was able to welcome in her tight holes or the amount of cum she must have swallowed when her married mouth was servicing those cum-pumping rods. And she mostly praised my wife and the satisfied look she would have on her face as cum was leaking out of her heavily abused cunt.

Now it was my turn. I would show Mabel I was the man here. I was still lost in my thoughts as I heard her say my name.

“Steven?”

“Yes?”

“I need a photo of Adriana and the address where she works; I need to prepare a couple of things too.”

"Sure," and I quickly sent her the only cute photo I had from Adriana.

“And this gardener Tom?

“We have a second one, besides Tom. His name is Christian. He is from the same company."

“Give me their phone numbers as well.” Mabel replied.

I dutifully did and listened to all Mabel had to tell me.

Lots of food, drinks, DJ, and so on. Invite more people than needed to make sure the house is full, even with no-shows. Make sure to have the same number of men and women to ensure the party is a success, and remember to invite singles first.

Have enough parking space, ask a cleaning team to do the house, and have all beds in the three bedrooms freshly made. It is all about impressions, Steven, Mabel added. People look around and want to see how well you are doing. People talk. And you want to impress your wife too.

“She is cute.” Mabel said, looking at Adriana in the photo. A young, full-of-life brunette with pretty green eyes and beautiful white teeth. Mabel’s first impression was that she is too pretty for her son-in-law. Mabel guessed that her breasts were probably a 32C or D, and from what she could see, her butt had the same dimensions. Too pretty for Steven, she thought again.

“Did you get those missing videos from Lola?”

“I didn’t ask her yet.”

“No balls, Steven?” Mabel chuckled.

“I will ask her.”

“OK.” Mabel replied, but I saw she didn’t believe me.

“Oh! Another thing I wanted to share with you, Steven. After you sent me all those photos from your wife and her favorite hobby per Google Drive, I picked two I like best, and I wanted to ask your opinion.”

Not again. I thought.

…

His party was a success; everybody showed up! And everybody was praising it; Steven was gloating. Since he had hired a DJ, the beats were amazing, and the center of his living room had become a true dance floor. All furniture had been moved out, only large pieces such as sofas and chairs remaining, placed against the walls. Professional catering was keeping everybody happy, and his mother-in-law entertained everybody with funny jokes and great talks. Steven was exhilarated and quickly drank two more beers.

He saw many women from his office, gym friends, some neighbors, you name it. He had seen his pretty crush on the other side of the living room, and as he was about to go talk to her, having collected enough courage to do so, and before he could even make a move, he saw his mother-in-law, Mabel, introduce Adriana to his wife. The three of them were sitting on the large couch having a vivid conversion, and they were laughing often. His crush sat in the middle, and Mabel was telling a funny story to the young women, and they both nodded enthusiastically whenever Mabel was telling more anecdotes. He went to fetch me a couple of new, cold beers and already finished one in the kitchen. When I returned to my observation post, I saw Mabel narrate, I guess, another funny story, because my wife was laughing the whole time. My crush was not laughing but highly interested in what she was telling her. Something about sizes. Mabel indicated with her index and thumb something tiny and then, with parallel palms, something huge.

My wife laughed, nodding, but my crush Adriana was quiet, observing. As if she were processing what Mabel just told them. I couldn’t imagine what the topic was, but the three of them talked at least half an hour about it. This was because my wife started adding to the story things too. The way she spoke, she was telling of her own experiences on that topic. Adriana became a bit agitated, and I saw her rub her thighs a couple of times. I guess whatever Mabel was telling got to her. It almost felt as if it aroused my crush. Perhaps something sexy Mabel was telling them?

Steven drank some more beers, and half an hour later, feeling a bit tipsy, decided to just have a little break in his bedroom. He took off his shoes and lay down on his bed, quickly falling asleep. Somehow, he was able to blend out the party beats, and not much longer he was snoring like a log.

Two hours later, something woke him up. As he focused on identifying the noise, some kind of cheering came out from the living room. As if everybody was cheering somebody to do something. It didn’t sound like a game, or perhaps it did? Was it truth or dare, perhaps?

It was. They were all sitting in a big circle turning an empty bottle and then asking, “Truth or dare?” Most guests were a bit drunk, but not too drunk, not knowing what they were doing. A “buzz” as people called it. They were all relaxed, talkative, and confident. Most of all, the inhibitions had been dropped. Some men were sitting on their knees shirtless, and he saw two discarded bras laying around. He quickly scanned the women and saw two of the married women showing their hard nipples through their dresses. To my horror, one of them was my crush, Adriana. Next to her, my wife, Lola, her décolleté showing a lot of her naked breasts.

They were clearly aroused, and the game must have made them so excited. He wondered how many choose dare instead. The way they all behaved, probably everybody. Right now, a huge, Scandinavian-looking guy I didn’t know was giving the bottle a strong spin, and everybody was shouting, “Go. Go. Go!" like at the craps table in a casino.

And of course, the bottle stopped spinning, pointing towards my crush. They all shouted excitedly, and Adriana already cried loudly, "Dare!" Dare!” Her nipples were rock-hard against the thin fabric of her dress. Everybody laughed because they hadn’t even asked her yet.

“You want a dare?” The blonde Viking asked.

“Yes. Yes!” Adriana shouted, laughing, aroused.

“OK. Let me see,” the Nordic God answered, “I want you to kiss Steven’s wife!”

Both girls laughed, and my wife quickly turned her head facing Adriana, ready to do some kissing. Adriana gently pulled her face closer to her and, to my surprise, started tenderly kissing my wife's neck, slowly leaving a trail of loving kisses until she reached Lola's awaiting lips. You could clearly see how aroused the kisses had made her, her nipples almost tearing through the fabric of her top.

Adriana didn’t stop there and seductively kissed the corner of my wife's lips, her tongue darting out to request permission to enter her married mouth. Lola quickly answered by moaning and letting her young tongue dart inside, their tongues eagerly welcoming each other.

The bottle's pointer seemed to tremble with anticipation, or perhaps that was just the thrum of the music vibrating through the floorboards. Adriana's fingers had already found their way into Lola's blonde curls, pulling her closer with a hunger that made the room go quiet except for the encouraging murmurs of the circle.

"Kiss her like you mean it," the blonde Viking said, his voice dropping to a gravelly command that sent a ripple of agreement through the gathered guests.

Adriana didn't need to be told twice. She pressed her body against Lola's, the thin fabric of their dresses doing nothing to hide the heat radiating between them. Her lips hovered just millimeters from Lola's, teasing, letting their shared breath mingle in the charged air. The married women watching from across the circle leaned forward, their own arousal evident in the way they squirmed against the carpet, hands drifting to their own thighs.

"Come on, Adriana," one of the shirtless men urged, his voice thick. "Show her what she's been missing."

Adriana smiled against Lola's mouth before finally closing the distance. The kiss started soft and exploratory—a brush of lips that quickly deepened as Lola moaned involuntarily into Adriana's mouth. The sound seemed to unlock something primal in the room. The cheers grew louder, more desperate, as Adriana's tongue traced the seam of Lola's lips, seeking entrance.

Lola parted for her, welcoming the intrusion with a shudder that travelled down her spine. Their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance that had nothing to do with the frantic energy of the party and everything to do with the liquid heat building between them. Adriana's hands slid down from Lola's dark hair to cup her face, thumbs stroking her jawline as she angled her head for better access, drinking deeply like Lola was the only thing that could quench her thirst.

"Touch her," someone called out. "Don't just kiss her—touch her."

Adriana obeyed, her right hand sliding down Lola's throat, feeling the rapid pulse beating there, then lower, tracing the valley of her exposed cleavage with a fingernail that made Lola gasp. The sound was swallowed by Adriana's mouth, but everyone saw the way Lola's back arched, pressing her breasts into Adriana's palm.

"Fuck, yes," the Nordic God breathed, leaning back on his heels, his own arousal evident as he watched the two women discover each other. "That's it. Make her wet."

But Lola had other plans. Her hands, which had been gripping Adriana's waist, suddenly shifted, pushing Adriana back slightly and taking control. She reversed their positions, her own fingers finding Adriana's throat, then lower, cupping her breast through the thin fabric with a confidence that made Adriana's breath hitch.

"Harder," Adriana begged, her eyes glazing over, her body responding instantly to Lola's touch. "Please, Lola."

"Ask me properly," Lola teased, her thumb brushing over Adriana's straining nipple, making her cry out against Lola's lips.

"Touch me. Make me come. I don't care who sees."

The circle erupted in encouragement, the energy primal now, ancient. "Do it," they chanted, a low thunder of voices. "Make her come. Make her scream."

Lola captured Adriana's mouth again, this time with a fierce possession that left no doubt about her intent. Her hand slid lower, palming Adriana's heat through the fabric, and the sound Adriana made was inhuman, a keening wail that vibrated against Lola's tongue. The kissing grew messier, more desperate, tongues sliding against each other in filthy, wet sounds that mixed with the heavy breathing of the circle.

"Look at them," a woman to the left said, her own hand disappearing beneath the waistband of her skirt. "She's soaked. I can see it through her dress."

It was true. The thin material of Adriana's dress clung to her skin where her arousal had leaked through her underwear, a dark patch forming at the juncture of her thighs. Lola, emboldened by the encouragement and the obvious effect she was having, broke the kiss only to trail her mouth down Adriana's chin, her throat, and sucking marks into the sensitive skin above her collarbone while her hand finally slipped under the hem of Adriana's dress.

Adriana's thighs were trembling, her hips bucking against Lola's hand, seeking the pressure she needed to fall over the edge in front of all these people, her friend's wife driving her to heights she had only fantasized about.

Lola pulled back just enough to look into Adriana's eyes, her own lips swollen and glistening, her chest heaving. "You want to come for me?" she asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You want to show them how wet I made you?"

"Yes," Adriana sobbed, her dignity abandoned, her body ruling her mind. "Please, make me come. I'm so wet. Feel me."

Lola's hand slipped higher, finding the soaked fabric of Adriana's underwear and pushing it aside, and the circle leaned in, collective breath held, as the sound of wet flesh meeting fingers filled the room, accompanied by Adriana's broken moans and Lola's filthy, encouraging whispers against her neck.

"That's it," the Viking said, his voice the rumble of thunder. "Make her yours."

And then my mother-in-law made a nasty suggestion.

“Jason?” Mabel purred. Why don’t you help Lola with Adriana?”

To be continued