“Get out of the pool,” I screamed and scooped the frozen Cindy into my arms. I carried her to the pool house. I deposited her inside and ran back to help get everyone else to safety. To their credit, the guys on the pool deck pulled people out of the water. Most of the guests were out of the water and headed to the pool house.
I saw Gary get out of the pool last, as I held the door open until Gary went inside. Before I shut the door, I looked around one last time and made sure no one was still outside.
I surveyed the group and saw everyone was naked except Gary. Going outside was out of the question as the storm raged. Another lightning bolt rattled my teeth, while Ella gave everyone towels to dry off and cover themselves. I felt a chill in the air. Between the setting sun and clouds, the temperature had dropped fast.
I made my way toward Brooke to check on her, and she shivered as she took a towel from Ella. I realized how cold everyone was. Once they dried off all they had to keep warm were wet towels, not great for insulation. I moved through the shell-shocked crowd to the fireplace and made sure the flue was open. I took the wood stacked nearby and built a fire to help warm the room. Ella had shut off the AC and poured amaretto shots to help make people feel warm until I got the fire going.
The booze helped until the crackling fire warmed up the room. Soon the shock wore off and people began to laugh at the near fucktastrophe. I sat on a loveseat furthest from the fire, so those who were wet and cold could huddle around it. Everyone had a towel wrapped around them and sipped their drinks as they soaked up the warmth.
“So what should we do now,” Cindy asked.
“We could play truth or dare,” Ella suggested.
“Everyone except Gary is already naked, so not much of a point to it,” Brooke replied.
Guests tossed out other ideas, charades, twenty questions, but they were all met with a resounding meh. Since there was no consensus on how to pass the time, Brooke looked at Ella, “Truth or dare,” she challenged.
Ella shrugged her shoulders and replied “Truth.”
“Of everyone here, who haven’t you fucked?”
Ella looked around the room at each person, then back at Brooke. “You, and Randy.”
My eyebrows achieved escape velocity with that answer. Brooke laughed, “you slut.”
Ella smiled and replied, “Takes one to know one.” She looked at Cindy. “Truth or dare?”
“Fuck it! Dare me, bitch.”
“Give our guy friends here a lap dance. They can do whatever they want to you as long as their dick is covered.”
Cindy tossed her towel aside and moved over to Gary. Ella turned on some hard rock and Cindy moved like a pro, one song per guy. The guys fingered her and played with her tits. After she danced for all the guys on the floor she went to sit down, without giving me a dance. “Wait a minute, what about me?”
Cindy glared at me. “The dare specified guy friends. I met you a few hours ago and we haven’t talked since. We are not friends.”
Everyone laughed, and I hid how pissed I was. ‘These assholes spent the day staring at and groping my nude wife. The first chance I had to get a little action and the bitch bails on a shitty technicality.’ I took a deep breath and didn’t respond. I didn’t want to come off as a petulant child. As she sat down, I muttered under my breath, “I’ll get you my pretty, and your little firebush too.’
Cindy looked at Brooke “Truth or dare?”
Brooke looked over at me nervously. “Tru…truth” she stammered.
“At lunch,” Cindy smirked. Everyone knew what the question was. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, despite myself, I leaned forward, and my cock started to swell. “When you were sitting on Gary’s lap, were you dry humping or fucking?”
Brooke looked at me and I gave her a slight nod. “Well, there was nothing dry about it, but there wasn’t any penetration.” I was shocked when a feeling of disappointment washed over me. I couldn’t believe I wanted to watch my wife fuck another guy in front of her friends.
The game continued and no one ever asked me anything. Soon the room had warmed up and everyone had discarded their towel. I still had my swimwear on. The storm outside had died down and most of Ella’s guests decided to leave. Cindy, Ella, and Brooke were the only females left. For guys there was me of course, Gary who sat next to Brooke, Brad, and Dave. It was Dave’s turn.
“Dude, truth or dare?” he said looking at Brad.
“Dare me, Bro.”
“Dude, get a stick from the fire and burn off some of that jungle growing around your vine.”
“Not cool, bro!” Brad stood up and took a long thin stick from the woodpile and held it in the fire until it burned. Once it had caught fire, he burned off some of the wild hair around his dick. As the flame spread, he smacked himself until the fire was out. Brad did that a few times until he had cleared out a good part of the underbrush. I was surprised he didn’t burn himself. He had thrown down more booze than anyone else. When he finished, he threw the stick in the fire and looked at Ella. “Truth or dare bro?”
“Dare.”
“Bro, I dare you to make this room smell better.” We all laughed.
Ella stood up, went onto the bathroom, and came out with a can of air freshener. She sprayed it around the room until the smell of burnt pubic hair was gone. Putting the can down, she looked around the room. Ella’s eyes landed on my wife, “Truth or dare?”
Brooke looks up at me and with great trepidation says, “Dare.”
“I dare you… to kiss your favorite… EXPOSED… cock in this room.” While she spoke her eyes never left me, the only person still dressed. My cock went from laying in a hammock with a drink, to a boot camp recruit seeing a general in a millisecond. I gasped in pain, and I think I lost consciousness for a moment as every molecule of blood in my body flooded into my cock.
Brooke looked at me and looked a little uncertain and determined. There was no way she was going to back down from a challenge. I shrugged my shoulders and she shifted so she was laying on the floor, her head in Gary’s lap. His head rolled back, and he moaned as she started to move her head like a pigeon walking down the street. Her legs pointed toward me and slightly separated. I could see she was more than a little wet, and I shifted my cock to a less painful position.
Brooke lifted her head and looked at Cindy. “Truth or dare?” She sat up and I could see a bit of drool on her chin and Gary’s cock glistened in the firelight.
“Dare,” Cindy said. There was a challenge in her voice.
“I dare you to strip my husband,” Brooke said with a grin.
‘Finally,’ I thought. ‘I get to have a bit of salacious fun.’
Cindy stood up, walked over to me, and pulled off my shirt. When I say pulled, I mean she took it off me like someone removing an arrow after a medieval battle. Then she pulled me to my feet and yanked my shorts down. She left me there with my shorts around my ankles and sat down. It was the single most unerotic experience of my life. How a gorgeous naked woman could make stripping a man a turn off I had no idea, but it was. My cock shriveled a bit during this operation. After she sat, she took a pointed look at my cock and let me see the cruel smile on her face. I sat down and took the swimsuit off my feet.