End the Game

When I returned to the main room, I immediately noticed that all three of the women present were suffering from various degrees of red flush on their faces. Kaila and Charlotte sat together on the hide-a-bed, which I noticed was now pulled out, and Helen reclined on the edge of the fireplace.

Outside, the dark clouds were becoming indistinct, signaling the approach of night. I moved to the edge of the bed, catching a strong whiff of Eau de Femme...

"Having fun?" I asked, looking into my wife's smiling and sweaty face.

"You know it," she purred.

"Okay... Charlotte, Truth or..." I began.

"DARE!" Charlotte shouted, looking over at Kaila with a seductive grin.

At this point, I felt something was wrong. I knew that Kaila and Charlotte were enjoying themselves, but I could sense a rising discomfort in Helen. She seemed willing to go along with her girlfriend, but truly didn't seem to actually want to play anymore. I figured that it was time to end the game.

"Ok, I dare you to get comfortable, stick on a movie, and relax till bedtime."

"That's not a dare." Charlotte complained.

"It will be when you eat my cooking. Fajitas anyone?" I quipped, starting the preparations for dinner.

While I sliced the bell peppers that composed the majority of the meal, I heard the women talking quietly. There didn't appear to be any anger in the conversation, but it was definitely more subdued than the nearly orgiastic attitude of earlier.

I knew the game was over when I heard the familiar sound of Sonny Rhodes come on the television. They were watching Firefly again. I didn't even have to make apologies for spoiling the fun as I served up dinner.

After dinner, I ended up cuddling with Kaila on one side of the hide-a-bed, as we watched the film. I paid less attention than usual, because my wife constantly rubbed against me, showing me exactly what was on her mind. To add even more distraction, I had two other gorgeous women holding each other nearby, and their presence only amplified the feelings of sensuality running through me.

Finally, the last credits rolled, and I rose to shut off the TV. When I turned around, I was surprised to see my wife giving Charlotte a good-night kiss: soft and affectionate.

"Night, Charlie." My wife breathed against Charlotte's lips.

"You too, Kay," was the soft response.

Charlotte snuggled into the bed, pulling the covers over herself, and leaving a spot for Helen to join her. I left the room, stopping briefly at the bathroom, before returning to the bedroom. It was fully dark now, and I shut off the light, absentmindedly noting that the sound of the rain had diminished considerably.