Best. Game night. Ever.

We didn’t plan for it to happen. Nights like these never start with that kind of intention. It was just supposed to be a fun weekend away, the four of us. Me and my wife Emma, my best friend Jake, and his wife Lena. We’d rented a beach house to unwind. Just drink, laugh, maybe go a little wild. But we had no idea how wild it would actually get.

By the time the sun went down, we were half a bottle of tequila deep. The music was playing low, the air thick with ocean breeze. We were barefoot on the deck, just in swimwear and loose tank tops, drinking and joking around.

Jake had just dared Emma to shotgun a beer. She did it with foam dripping down her chin, laughing loud and loose as we all cheered. Everyone was buzzing. Tipsy. Free.

“I’m bored of drinking games,” Lena said, getting up and stretching, her shorts riding high up her thighs. “There’s gotta be something more fun to play.”

Jake slapped her ass as she walked past him. “If it’s Monopoly, I’m divorcing you.”

She disappeared into the hallway, rummaging through the closet inside the house. A minute later she came back with a small black box in her hand and a crooked smile on her face.

“This one looked interesting,” she said, holding it up.

The box read Naked Truth: The Uncensored Adult Dares Game.

Emma laughed. “Is this a sex game?”

Lena giggled. “I don’t know. I didn’t read the back. Wanna find out?”

I looked at Emma, who was already grinning. “Why not? We’re all adults here.”

We opened it. The first card was simple.

“Make out with the person to your left for 30 seconds.”

Jake was to my left. We all laughed at the card and agreed to skip it. “Let’s pass on that one,” Emma said with a grin. “We’re not that close.”

Lena picked up the next card and read it aloud.

“Whisper the dirtiest thing you can think of into a player’s ear.”

She looked around the group, smiling like she already knew who she wanted. Then she crawled across the cushions and leaned in close to me, her chest brushing my arm, her breath hot against my ear.

“I want to feel your cock stretching me open,” she whispered. “Slow and deep, until I’m soaking and shaking, with your wife watching every second.”

A chill ran down my spine. My cock twitched under my shorts.

She pulled away like nothing happened, lips grazing my earlobe with a barely-there smirk.

Emma caught the shift in my face and narrowed her eyes. “What did she say?”

I shook my head with a crooked smile. “Nothing I can say out loud.”

The game went on. Each round got bolder. Dares turned into strip challenges. Emma ended up on Jake’s lap, grinding on him through her shorts. I was dared to lick whipped cream off Lena’s neck. Her skin was warm. She trembled under my tongue. I tried not to look too long, but the way her breath caught—she wanted more.

Then came the dare that flipped everything.

Lena picked up a card and read aloud. “Ask someone to finger you while maintaining eye contact with your partner.”

The group went quiet.

Lena turned to me. “Would you?”

I looked at Emma. She held my gaze, then gave a tiny nod.

My hand slid into Lena’s shorts. She was soaked. No panties. I slipped two fingers inside her, slow and steady, curling up gently as she leaned back against the cushion. Her gaze stayed fixed on Jake while I moved inside her, my thumb brushing her clit. Her hips began to move with mine, soft gasps slipping out of her lips.

Jake’s face was unreadable. But the bulge in his shorts wasn’t.

That was it. The point of no return.

Jake pulled Emma onto the floor with him. His hands slid up under her tank top as she kissed him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He yanked her bottoms down and buried his face between her thighs. Emma moaned loudly, her hands in his hair, already dripping for him.

Lena climbed into my lap, straddling me with a slow grind, her tank top thin and clinging to her body. Her nipples were hard, clearly pressing through the fabric. Her lips crashed into mine, deeper, hungrier. I could feel her wet heat rubbing against my cock through my shorts.

“Should we stop?” I asked, my voice rough.

“Do you want to?” she whispered, rolling her hips against me.

I didn’t answer. I slid her top up over her head, revealing those perfect tits, and leaned forward to kiss down her chest, sucking one nipple into my mouth as she whimpered and tugged at my hair. Her skin was soft, warm, tasting faintly of salt and tequila.

She stood up and slipped her shorts off. No underwear. Her pussy was bare, smooth, glistening with arousal. She looked down at me with that same wicked smile.

“Lie down.”

I stretched out on the rug, and she straddled me. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, slow and teasing, guiding the head right to her entrance. Then she sank down.

Hot. Wet. Tight.

She gasped and bit her lip as she took every inch of me, her hips already starting to move. My hands gripped her ass, guiding her as she rode me. She rolled her hips in slow, grinding circles, using my cock to work herself toward the edge.

“You feel so good inside me,” she moaned.

Her tits bounced with every movement, her head thrown back in pleasure. I sucked on one of her nipples while sliding a hand between us to rub her clit. She tensed up immediately, grinding harder against me.

Across the room, Emma was riding Jake now, her hands on his chest, her hair wild, her moans filling the room. Our eyes met again, and she smiled at me, breathless, her body slamming down on Jake’s cock as she watched me fuck Lena.

Lena leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear.

“I’ve wanted this since the first time I met you.”

That was all I needed.

I flipped her onto her back, never pulling out, and started thrusting hard, deep, grinding into her with long strokes that had her moaning loud enough to make Emma glance over.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails dragging down my back.

“You’re so deep,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

I fucked her faster, harder, my pelvis smacking against hers as the wet sound of our bodies filled the room.

“I want you to come in me,” she whispered.

I froze for a second. “What?”

“I’m off the pill. I don’t care. I want to feel it. I want you to fill me up.”

Her eyes were wild. Her pussy was pulsing around me, desperate.

I pinned her wrists above her head, leaned in close, and buried myself as deep as I could go. I slammed into her, each stroke rougher, more desperate, until I felt myself explode inside her. Thick spurts of cum filled her, and she cried out, her whole body convulsing as she came with me.

We collapsed together, her legs still trembling, her breath ragged in my ear.

When I pulled out, a slow trickle of cum ran down her thighs. She looked down at the mess between her legs and smiled.

“Now that’s how you end a game.”

Jake and Emma lay tangled together beside us, flushed and grinning, no one saying a word.

Just the sound of the ocean outside.

Then Lena let out a breathless little laugh, turned to all of us, and said exactly what we were all thinking.

“Best. Gamenight. Ever.”