Yes, and back round to Chris

Chris kept her moving.

His hands stayed firm on her hips, guiding every slow roll so that the bare heat of her settled perfectly against the thick ridge in his pants. The thin fabric did almost nothing to hide how hard he was. Every time Hailey shifted forward you could see the way her thighs trembled, the way her breath stuttered when the pressure hit just right.

No one in the circle was really playing the game anymore. A few people still tossed out half-hearted truths and dares, but most eyes kept drifting back to the two of them. Chris didn’t seem to care. He was too busy watching your face while he made your wife grind on him in front of everyone.

When the turn came back around, he didn’t even wait for someone else to speak.

“My dare,” he announced, voice casual, almost bored. “Hailey’s going to unbutton my pants and take my cock out. Then she’s going to sit right back down on it—just the tip for now. No one else has to see. But you will.” He tilted his head toward you, that old cruel grin flashing. “Won’t you, Jacob?”

Hailey’s whole body went still.

“Chris—” she started, voice tight.

He cut her off with a quiet, almost gentle tone that somehow made it worse. “You already gave me the panties. This is just the next step. You can do it. Or you can stand up and walk away and let everyone watch you chicken out in front of your husband. Your choice.”

The room was dead silent.

Hailey’s hands hovered between them for a long second. Then, slowly, they moved. Her fingers found the button of his pants, worked it open, then the zipper. You watched the careful way she reached inside, the way her shoulders tensed when her fingers closed around him. She pulled him free—thick, hard, already glistening at the tip—and for a moment she just held him, staring down like she couldn’t quite believe what she was doing.

Chris didn’t rush her. He simply waited, one hand still on her hip, the other resting possessively on the small of her back.

When she finally lifted herself and guided the head of his cock between her bare lips, her eyes snapped up to yours again. The moment the blunt tip pressed inside her—just the first inch—her mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Her thighs shook. Chris’s fingers dug into her skin, holding her there, not letting her sink any deeper yet.

“That’s it,” he murmured, loud enough for you to hear. “Just sit on it. Feel how much bigger I am than what you’re used to. And keep looking at him while you do it.”

Hailey didn’t look away.

She stayed perched there, barely impaled, cheeks flushed dark, breathing hard, while Chris slowly rolled his hips upward—just enough to push another fraction of an inch inside her. Her fingers clutched at his shirt. A soft, broken sound escaped her throat before she could stop it.

Chris smiled at you over her shoulder, the same smile he’d worn every time he took something that used to be yours.

“Game’s not over yet,” he said.