Ever since that night, Becca was a bit off. She seemed to have issues with concentration and spacing out.
The next weekend, we were making lunch on a Sunday afternoon. Becca was chopping tomatoes for her salad, and I was talking about a book I had recently read. I could tell she wasn’t really paying attention to me, and she was struggling to focus on chopping. It was as if her thoughts were completely elsewhere. I asked her what was up, and she told me that nothing was up. So I let it be, and the kitchen went silent.
Suddenly she just froze and stopped chopping the tomatoes. She laid the knife down and turned her whole body towards me before asking “What do you think about inviting John and Emma over for a game night? We can all get wasted and play stupid games. I think it would be fun.” This kind of sounds like a double date to me…especially since we’d never done a “game night” like this (or anything really like this) with another couple. I mean, I’m down for whatever, and it does sound like a fun time, so I say sure, just let me know when. Becca immediately responded “Okay. Tonight at 8pm. I texted Emma about it earlier.”
8pm rolls around, and John and Emma show up with a bottle of wine. John said something about this Chardonnay being his favorite. Now, I don’t mind a good wine with a meal, but I was feeling a bit more tonight (as was Becca). She put her hand on my chest and eagerly instructed me, “Baby, go grab the Jack Daniels!”
We played some Mario Kart and a few cards games for several hours. It was a blast, and Becca was getting mad because she kept losing (she’s a very competitive girl). At around 11pm, though, John and Emma said they were thinking of wrapping up within the hour. Hearing this, Becca eagerly jumped up and said that she had one more game that we had to play, and so she ran off to get it.
The game was called “Ask Away”. It was a simple drinking game where you draw a card, read the question out loud, and then the person who drew the card must answer the question. If the rest of the group “agrees” with the answer or feels it resonates with them, then you continue. Otherwise, the person who drew the card drinks.
The questions were kinda like those you’d find on askreddit: “what celebrity would you want to have dinner with?” or “what is never worth the money?”
We get to playing, and things are going well. The drinks are flowing, there’s lots of laughter, and Becca keeps pushing a certain… topic.
“What’s the most important thing in a relationship?”
She was looking John right in the eye when she answered: “Sex.”
The room froze for moment. Things were a bit tense. Emma quickly broke this tension by pouring a shot and saying, “Nope, there are more important things.”
And the next time it was Becca’s turn: “What’s your favorite way to end a lazy Sunday?”
“A creampie.”
Silence again. John wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. He was staring down at the floor and wouldn’t say a word.
“Drink,” Emma declared, pouring another.
We continued this charade until I noticed that Becca had a card hidden in her sleeve. I didn’t say anything. When it got to her turn, and by this point we were all really fucking buzzed, she pretended to draw it from the deck.
“What’s your unpopular opinion?”
Becca let silence take hold of the room for a few moments. She wanted the anticipation to build, before dropping the next bomb.
“I think that size matters… a lot.”
The room went silent.
“I don’t necessarily agree.” Emma responded.
“Necessarily?” I quipped.
Her face turned a soft pink.
John’s face was solid stone. His gaze directed behind us, at nothing in the distance.
Becca emphasized, “Look. It’s like flying first class on an airplane. You don’t know what you’re missing out on until you’ve already experienced it. I have experienced it, and I promise you, size matters.”
The room fell silent again.
“Do you need a demonstration?” Becca pressed. She turned towards me, rubbed my cheek lovingly, and softly ordered, “Baby, stand up.”
I had no idea what the fuck was going on. But I was pretty buzzed and just along for the ride, so I did as she requested. She began to unbuckle my belt. The clattering of my belt buckle was practically echoing due to the silence and the tension. Aside from the belt, it was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
She eventually got my belt undone and pulled my pants down, leaving just my briefs. Becca began rubbing her dainty hand on my thigh, moving over onto my crotch. She stroked the outside with her fingers, while ever so slowly tugging down my briefs. She kept glancing at John, who was fixated on her hand, though showing now other reaction.
Eventually, she reached in and grabbed my rock hard member, releasing it from its cage, yet still contained in her hand. Her single hand couldn’t wrap around it, and she pretty much just let it rest there and hang due to its weight.
John’s face was still stone. His eyes were fixated on it. Emma’s eyes were wider, and her breathing was noticeably heavier.
Becca turned back towards Emma, raising an eyebrow, “Are you still going to call me a liar?”
Nobody moved or said anything for what felt like an eternity. Realistically, maybe 2 solid minutes. Becca eventually broke the silence again, saying to the couple across from us: “Look… I heard about the ultimatum. Honestly, we really love you guys so much. We don’t want you to break up over something so stupid. We are here to support you.” Becca then turned her body directly towards John: “John, are you really going to prevent your girl from feeling satisfied? Don’t you think it’s just a tad selfish for you to expect her to be celibate?”
“She’s not celibate,” He quipped back. “We do other things.”
“‘Other things’ aren’t the same as cock,” snapped Becca. “Again, unless you’ve experienced the bliss of getting railed, then you wouldn’t know. You’re not really in a position to make that call.”
He sat stone-faced, considering his options. A few more minutes passed in silence, the anticipation ever-increasing. My heart was racing at what the fuck was going on.
Becca broke the silence again with a sense of pity and true compassion in her tone: “She’s gonna leave you, dude. This is the chance to save your relationship. It’s now or never. At least you can trust us.”
His gaze shifted from Becca to the floor. Then back up to my cock. A few moments later, he turned and looked at Emma. Emma was visibly trying to hide her desire. She was breathing pretty heavily, had a hand covering her crotch, face flushed red, and she wouldn’t make eye contact with John. She was very flustered, trying her hardest NOT to look at my stiff cock yet kept stealing glances.
John let out a big sigh, and nodded his head, and whispered a soft “okay.”
Becca reached out and placed her hand on top of his and looked intensely into his eyes, “You won’t regret this. You’ll be grateful.”
Then without missing a beat, she turned and slipped my cock into her mouth.
This is when the party really got started.