Denise and Darnell, pt 2

(start with Denise and Darnell, pt 1 to get the back story)

She must have felt pretty excited about it, because she wore these shorts that sat on her hips and emphasized her ass perfectly. Her top was clingy, thin, and low cut. It became apparent that she forewent her padded bras for a thinner cupped one, as her nipples were often on display in his cool basement.

I’ll summarize the fun but boring part: we drank and shot pool. Darnell was actually somewhat cool, though he was eyefucking my wife the whole time. Not in an obnoxious way – he couldn’t seem to help it. I couldn’t blame him. Denise even subtly encouraged it with how she’d bend over or stretch. As we got a little drunk, the comments and jokes got more risqué. Denise would “accidentally” brush her ass against his groin as she passed him. I’d reach over and squeeze a tit as Darnell looked at her. He offered us some weed, which always makes Denise horny and multi-orgasmic.

After we toked, she suggested an old billiard game we made up in college that was mostly just an excuse to play around with each other. It was essentially strip pool where whoever scratched had to remove an article of clothing. Darnell readily agreed and told me to not scratch.

The first to scratch was Denise, so she removed her top. My underwear got tighter because the bra that she had on pushed her breasts up, as if offering them up. When she walked, they bounced a bit. Her nipples strained against the fabric.

“Your wife has spectacular boobs, Jack.”

“He’ll be seeing them soon which how I’m playing!”

She proved herself right on her next turn. She walked up to him, sitting on the arm of his couch, and asked him to unclasp her bra for her.

“It’s in the front,” she said, offering her breasts to him.

“Oh, I’d be happy to do that,” he replied. As he reached for the clasp, his hands brushed across her breasts and lingered for a second. Unhooked, the bra popped open to reveal the inner swells of her breasts. She just stood there, giggling at him. He pulled the cups apart and exposed her gorgeous breasts to us. Her nipples were rock hard, her areolas two dark pink quarters on her untanned boobs, themselves white islands on the tanned skin. I have no idea how he registered the urge to grab them. She finally stepped back and let the bra fall to the floor. “Your shot, Darnell.”

Obviously flustered, he scratched and remove his shirt. I did the same.

Denise tried a too difficult shot, stretched out over the edge of the table. Still it looked to me like she shot the cue ball directly into the pocket. Darnell might have noticed had he not been staring at her ass, which was pointed directly at him. I looked at the front of his basketball shorts. My wife’s antics were having the same effect on him as they wer on me, only to a much larger degree.

Remaining bent over, Denise pushed her ass at him as she backed away from the table. She reached under and undid the button and zipper. She eased her shorts down, revealing her lovely round white ass. She’d worn her sheer panties – holy fucking shit. The right leg hole had ridden into her crack and a lovely swell of ass cheek was hanging out.

“Goddamn, girl,” he sighed as his hand unconsciously started to hold his cock. She turned around to face him. Her brown bush displayed prominently under the sheer.

“There’s another rule I forgot to mention. If you scratch three times in a row, you have to remove a piece of clothing from the opponent of your choosing.” She did put even bother to pretend to decide; she strode to the couch arm where he sat.

“I choose your shorts. Please, allow me.”

As he had done, her hands ran up the clothing that was to be removed, lingering on what was behind it. They rubbed against the bulge in his shorts. “Oooooh,” she cooed. He lifted up off the couch arm and she pulled down his blue basketball shorts and exposed his equipment. “Oh my god,” she said and glanced at me. His cock hung 6 inches with a head even wider than its impressive girth. Behind it his ballsack held two objects that could have been golf balls. She reached behind his member and lifted it up with her cupped palm, as if to examine it and prove that it was real.

“It’s heavy, ain’t it?