Creamy's Secret Playtime (L)

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of Ted and Alice’s well-kept suburban home, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. Inside, a casual barbecue was in full swing, a typical affair for this group of church friends, known for their open-mindedness and, as Patty had put it, their “uninhibited and unrelenting sex drive.” She’d spun the idea for a game, dubbed “Flash Game,” during a morning conversation with me, her husband, aiming to inject some extra spice into what would otherwise have been a routine gathering. The concept was simple: whenever either of us could discreetly flash a provocative body part to the other, we’d earn a point. The stakes were high, considering the constant scrutiny from the rest of the group, and the potential for escalating excitement.

As I buttoned my shirt, catching a glimpse of Patty applying her makeup, a familiar thrill coursed through me. She was radiant, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her blouse and skirt strategically chosen to showcase her assets. Her invitation to play the “Flash Game” felt like an unspoken challenge, a declaration of her own lustful desires. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige.

“You’re looking particularly hot tonight, sweetheart,” I said, my voice laced with admiration. “I’d wager there’ll be more than one hard cock in this crowd, judging by the way you’re dressed. I’ll need to hold you close, darling.”

Patty’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know, I’ve been thinking about this game. It might be a little challenging, considering the constant attention we’ll be receiving. But that’s what makes it so exciting, don’t you think?”

Before we even made it to the backyard, the conversation had already shifted to matters of intimacy. Carol, ever the provocative one, launched into a detailed account of her and Bob’s frequent encounters. “We’re quite active, you know,” she confessed, her voice dripping with a hint of suggestion. “Full-blown sex, about three times a week, involving showers, pillow talk, oral pleasure, and then inevitably, getting down and dirty. What about you two?”

Ted chimed in, a touch embarrassed but still eager to participate. “Since we have a two- and a four-year-old, things are a bit more complicated. But we make a conscious effort to maintain a certain level of arousal, dressing in a way that’s both alluring and slightly suggestive. We usually manage a few sessions each week, Sunday mornings being our most consistent time for passion.”

As I took a sip of my beer, I couldn't help but notice the glances being cast in our direction. The heat of the afternoon and the open discussion had created an atmosphere of palpable anticipation. The game was clearly on.

Just as I was contemplating my next move, Patty made her first play. With a swift movement, she pulled up the hem of her skirt, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her shaved pussy. The crowd gasped, a collective intake of breath, as they witnessed this bold display of confidence. I quickly scored my first point, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The conversation continued, delving deeper into the specifics of everyone's sexual habits. Patty, never one to shy away from a little provocation, led the charge, inquiring about foreplay routines and preferences. She shared her own experiences, describing the intense pleasure she derived from mutual masturbation, followed by a combination of cock-sucking, pussy-eating, and, occasionally, penetration.

Meanwhile, I had managed to position myself near a tree, taking advantage of the natural shade to conceal my intentions. As Carol spoke about her desire for longer oral sessions, I seized the opportunity to discreetly lower my shorts, exposing my hard cock to the unsuspecting onlookers. The sight was both shocking and exhilarating. I earned another point, my senses heightened by the thrill of the moment.

As the game progressed, the tension in the air grew thicker. The group was clearly enjoying the spectacle, feeding off the energy and the shared desire. The playful banter and suggestive comments only served to amplify the excitement.

Patty, sensing the escalating heat, decided to take things up a notch. She abruptly announced her need to attend to a personal matter, excusing herself from the group and leading me to the bathroom. Once inside, she quickly removed her blouse, exposing her ample breasts to my eager gaze. I couldn't help but admire her confidence and her unapologetic embrace of her own sexuality.

As we made love, the walls of the small bathroom became a hotbed of passion. The intensity of our encounter was palpable, a testament to our mutual desire and the exhilarating game we had created. It was a symphony of moans, gasps, and frantic movements, a perfect blend of pleasure and release. The game, as conceived by Patty, had certainly lived up to its promise.

Returning to the living room, we found the group still buzzing with anticipation. They were eager to witness the aftermath of our passionate encounter. As the minutes ticked by, the glances continued, and the whispers intensified. We were living up to our end of the bargain, providing a constant stream of provocative displays that kept the game alive.

Just as the last of the guests began to leave, Patty decided to make one final, unforgettable move. With a sly smile, she reached out and grabbed the edge of her neckline, pulling her blouse up just enough to reveal a generous portion of her cleavage. The crowd erupted in cheers, a mix of admiration and lustful glee. I quickly scored my final point, solidifying our lead in the game.

As we drove home, Patty turned to me, her eyes sparkling with delight. “How’d you like my new game, darling?” she asked, a playful challenge in her voice. “Harder than you thought, eh?”

“It truly was, my sweet,” I replied, my heart pounding with excitement. “As you discovered, I had a hard-on all night. Thank you for helping me tone that down a bit.”

Patty simply smiled, her lips parting slightly as she leaned in closer. “Well, we will just have to see if I can restore this cock back to all its glory when we get back in bed,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. And as she continued to caress my face, I knew that this game, this exhilarating dance of desire and challenge, was just the beginning. The possibilities, like our lust, were endless.

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