To Tell The Truth by Angie

To Tell The Truth by Angie

“You must spend the night with two of us, alone, and do whatever we want to do.” I stared at the scrap of paper in my hands. Surely I was hallucinating. I blinked to clear my vision. Nope. That’s what it said. Amidst laughing and yelling, I got up and left, leaving that horrid piece of paper behind on the dining room table.
Stupid Backstreet Truth or Dare game. They did this on purpose. I always chose “truth” because it was fairly easy. I let them bait me into choosing “dare” tonight. I was such a fool. I had only been Mrs. Kevin Richardson for six short months, but I had known the boys long enough to have known better. I knew they did some freaky things when it came to women and relationships, but I really didn’t expect this. Kevin would never go for it. He was way too possessive of me. He actually made me wait until our wedding night to be with him. He would surely make some sort of exception to the rules of the stupid game since it involved his wife.
I took a deep breath and came back out of our bedroom to rejoin the others in the dining room. Kevin me in the hall, scrap of paper in hand. Concern was etched all over his face. “Emma, baby, are you alright?” he asked, taking my face into his hands and looking into my eyes.
“Did you read that dare?”
“Nick read it aloud to the group. . .” he explained.
“They can’t force me to do this, can they? I mean surely they would listen to you if you told them no.” I searched his green eyes for signs of hope.
“Actually, that dare was my idea. I just never thought that you’d be the one choosing a dare card or it being that one. You always pick the truth cards.”
I was shocked. How could this have been my Kevin’s idea? He was so traditional with me. Sex with Kevin was never sex. It was always making love. He knew I had a past that Pamela Anderson would have blushed about and his way of not reminding me of anything he thought I might have done in my ‘former life’ was to avoid it. One thing about my past I was thankful for was that because of it I did have enough endurance to match Kevin when he wanted to make love all night.
I never once fell asleep next to him that I wasn’t completely sated and exhausted. But I did miss some things. I missed having the lights on and looking at someone’s face when they were giving or getting oral sex. Hell, I miss oral sex. I even kinda missed having a whip used on me from time to time. The right man with the right words could talk dirty to me and get me off at the right time of the month. Ovulating made for crazy hormones. I shook my head to clear all the stray thoughts running around. “Kevin, will you talk to them?”
“Em, you know I’ll take care of it. Don’t I always?” I nodded and he pulled me to him for a hug. All those thoughts in my head had caused problems. I wished that Kevin would take me right here in the hall outside our bedroom, with our friends just down the hall in the dining room. I was wearing a skirt and I was pretty sure he didn’t have anything underneath his jeans. “Em?” I heard him saying. “I’ll tell everyone that we’re going to bed and I’ll take care of this dare business. You go back in the bedroom and get ready.” I smiled. Maybe it wasn’t in the hall with Kevin pinning me against the bedroom door, but he was going to let it be ‘now.’ Sort of. AND he was taking care of the dreaded dare issue for me.
For a little change of pace, I left on my matching bra and panties instead of one of the many chemise nightgowns that Kevin favored. After brushing my teeth and my hair, I dabbed a touch of my signature perfume onto my neck and just a touch between my breasts. I couldn’t wait to feel Kevin’s hands on my skin. I was in no way prepared for what I saw when I reentered the bedroom. Kevin was setting up candles all around the room and lighting them. And so was Brian. Brian in and unbuttoned white oxford shirt with a khaki tank top underneath. He wore jeans and was barefoot. His eyes met mine for a moment before I heard Kevin speaking.
“Emma, you’ll be fulfilling your dare tonight. Brian will be with us. He’s the only person I trust with you. He has certain talents that I’m sure you will enjoy.” He just said all of this so matter-of-factly that I never thought to protest. I was almost in shock. I looked back over at Brian. Brian, the good one that no one ever had impure thoughts about, was in my bedroom. The Brian with the sexy jawline and those curls that begged to have your fingers run through them while you held his head against your chest. . . ‘Damn. Where did that thought come from?” I didn’t have a chance to answer myself. I noticed that Kevin was setting up his video camera.
“What’s that for?” I asked, to either of them.
“I like to watch,” Brian answered and started to walk toward me. I unconsciously backed up and quickly found myself against the bathroom door with Brian’s arms trapping me on either side.
“Kevin?” I called.
“Emma, relax and have fun. Have I ever done anything to you that you didn’t like?” He seemed so relaxed talking to me about this as he walked around the room adjusting the candles and turning on some lamps to make the lighting better for his camera.
“But Brian doing something isn’t the same as you doing it,” I protested. I deliberately wouldn’t look Brian in the eye. I couldn’t.
“Sure it is. Just tell yourself that Brian and I did a body swap for tonight just for you. Now stop arguing with me and start fucking.”
‘Did my husband just say fuck? Clearly this was some sort of weird dream. Dreams were nice. I could be myself in my dreams.’ I finally looked at Brian. He was a beautiful man. His blue eyes were every bit as intense as Kevin’s green one’s. ‘How could anyone who ever made eye contact with him ever believe he was innocent?’
“Chicken?” he teased.
“Maybe,” I answered.
“Why?”
“I’m not sure if this is a dream or it’s really happening.”
He leaned forward close enough to whisper in my ear. “Dream, reality, or fantasy doesn’t matter tonight. I finally get to fuck you all the ways I’ve fantasized about. I just need for you to say it’s okay.” He let his lips softly graze my neck and then my cheek before he met my eyes again. Lust, pure and unadulterated was what I saw there. I took a breath. Did he know how good he smelled?
“Okay,” I whispered back.
I never got to take another breath before his lips were on mine. The kiss was somewhat gentle at first, as if he knew it had been a while since I had been in a situation like this. When I slid my hands up his sides to pull his shirt off his shoulders, he reached down and unfastened his jeans. I could feel him completely erect against my stomach quickly. He slid his arms completely out of that oxford shirt and then pulled down my panties. He licked my center as I stepped out of them. I thought I was going to die right there just from that small contact. But he didn’t keep going. At least not the way I would have liked. He started kissing my lips again. He guided my hands up around his neck and behind his head where I got to play with those damn sexy curls. He lifted me up and pulled my legs around his waist. He entered me in one quick and easy motion. It was as if his body was made to be one with mine. I have no idea how long he kept me there against the bathroom door thrusting into me. All I could really think about was how good it felt. On some level I knew he was making love marks on my neck and I wasn’t crazy about that, but they would match the ones he would be wearing.
I could feel his breathing start to return to normal. His curls at the back of his neck had a little bit of sweat on them. I became aware of the sensation of his semen starting to drip from my body and I was pretty sure he could feel it too. “Let me take care of that,” I said. He relaxed his hold on me and gently eased himself out of me. Once my feet were back on the floor, I realized just how dizzy and weak my body could get after that kind of sex. I decided it was a perfect time to refresh some of my old skills. I got on my knees and took him into my mouth. He was initially only semi-erect, but that quickly changed. ‘Nice recovery time after multiple orgasms,’ I was thinking. ‘But does he have endurance?” It seemed my skills were not that out of practice. Brian cried out my name with his next orgasm. I opted to let him recover again as I went and lay down on the bed to wait for him. I had completely forgotten that my darling husband Kevin was still in the room videotaping all of this. I was impatient for Brian to join me and began to touch myself.
“Why did you run off and leave me if you needed some more attention?” He asked as he grabbed my ankles and slip me towards the edge of the bed and his now naked body.
“I thought you might need to catch your breath.” I eased myself a bit closer to the edge of the bed anticipating him performing oral sex on me next. He surprised me.
“No, I just had to get the rest of my clothes off and get something out of my pocket for us.” He held up a device I hadn’t seen in way too long. “A cock ring helps me keep control when I’ve wanted someone as badly and for as long as I’ve wanted you.” He slid the ring on with a grimace. He wasted no time in fulfilling what had to have been every fantasy a man could ever have about being with a woman. And he was working so hard to control himself and give me pleasure. That damn cock ring hit my clit with nearly every one of his thrusts. Kevin was right. I was fine with everything Brian did. I loved everything he did. ‘Kevin?’ It wasn’t until Brian had me on top of him and was letting me ride him that I remembered that Kevin was still in the room. I saw out of the corner of my eye that he must have linked the video camera to the tv because there I was on the screen riding Brian and obviously loving it. I decided that I wanted to give Kevin a better view and I paused long enough to turn around and ride Brian backwards.
Kevin must have liked it as much as Brian because he finally spoke. “Brian, bring her back to the edge of the bed.”
Brian sat up behind me and moved us to the edge of the bed. Brian lay back down and I slid him back inside me. I could see on the tv screen that Kevin was trying to get on video what could only be called a porn shot, but the feelings that Brian were creating blocked out almost everything else rational. I vaguely was aware of seeing Kevin’s hand on the tv screen. I slowed my movements just slightly, unsure of what Kevin was doing. I felt almost lost at the thought of not reaching this next orgasm that Brian was pushing me toward. Brian was unbelievable in bed (or out of it). I wanted to pray to God that this feeling wouldn’t stop, but it somehow didn’t seem right to be praying while having sex with another man in front of my husband.
I heard a soft click and a new sensation near my clit. ‘A fucking vibrating cock ring!’ Brian and I were both quickly losing control. I finally collapsed into his arms and back onto his chest. “Amazing.” It wasn’t nearly close to the right word, but it was all I could muster at the moment.
“Just wait,” I heard Kevin say. “Now that I know just what you like, Brian and I are both going to fuck you senseless.” Kevin was getting undressed. I swallowed, slightly nervous. “You and Brian catch your breath. I need to examine my wife just a bit and make sure you’re okay down here.” Brian helped Kevin position me at the edge of the bed and Kevin draped my legs over his shoulders. When I felt his fingers touch me, I was in disbelief. Then I felt his breath against me. When his tongue touched me I cried out. I was silenced by Brian’s mouth covering mine. It was the beginning of them taking turns with me for the rest of the night. One would rest while the other tried to claim my soul for their own.
I awakened the next afternoon and found myself in the arms of my husband. I glanced around the room looking for Brian. No Brian. No candles. No camera. No clue that the previous night had been more than just a dream. Then I shifted slightly in the bed. The soreness in my body assured me that I had been quite active the night before. Kevin stretched and I noticed a few scratches on his side from the previous night. I remembered making them vividly. It made me want it all again.
“You want to go again?” He teased. He slid his hand down to cup my left breast. I nodded my head. “Just me? Or do you want me and Brian?”
“Do you think Brian would mind joining us occasionally?”
“I don’t think he’d mind at all.”

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