Playtime – Chap. XI — Show And Tell

PLAYTIME – CHAP. XI – SHOW AND TELL

A large platter of sliced cukes, cherry tomatoes, carrots, broccoli and cauliflower sat on the coffee table in the living room, French Onion dip, Ranch, and her special Curry dip beside it. Molson Gold bottles in the ice chest. It was seven o’clock. Guests were expected. Extra blankets and pillows heaped the rocking chair.
The married couple, newly-embarked on a get-together scheme with their “Toys”, relaxed on the couch and listened to soft piano, George Winston’s “Winter”. They’d dressed with care, since they expected both Kelly and James for some fun. Both knew that their toys did not know the other would be coming, so it would be a major surprise. They had told each one their new thing – it was to be “Sexual Show & Tell” night, so plan ahead and be prepared for secret delights by all.
“I can’t imagine what James will bring, or what he’ll do,” said John.
“That Kelly came up with the chocolate game out of the blue last time, you know,” said Mary. “No telling what to expect this time from her! …but I’m sure looking forward to it.”
“And when they find out they both are part of this!
“C’mon, fuck me right now, lover, and just get it over with,” teased Mary.
“Ha, that was the old way. We’ve got more pussies and dicks to fry now,” said John.
“Or suck off,” she grinned.
He loved their new openness. They cracked a beer.

John wore his Virginia Is For Lovers t-shirt, black sweatpants, tennies. Might as well go casual, he thought, easier to take off. Mary, as exhibitionist as ever on special nights, had donned a red thong, the first time she’d ever worn one. She scrunched around on the couch, feeling uncomfortable as it seemed to crawl into the crack of her ass and worm its way into the cleft in front. Why do girls wear these things? Answered her own question – because it shows off more, even while it barely covers the essentials. Beach-legal. Well, she thought, I guess I can get into this cock-teasing, too. Pale blue Capri pants covered her. No shoes. On top, she’d dressed in a ComfortFit bra, the kind with the clasp in front. She remembered a younger man, long ago, in a trailer, they’d snuck off from lunch at work and she’d teased with one like this, had to help him undo it. She wondered why she had ever gotten into such a dull rut in her married life, when times like this are so much fun. An orange sweater completed the outfit, cut low in front, of course, for max cleavage. At this point in time, Mary thought, John, James, and Kelly had seen everything she had, so the outfit was purely a matter of packaging it for maximum tease. Hey, now there’s a good email handle, she brightened.

She recalled the younger man and the trailer again. Those were fun days. What a hot bod, a rigid cock, and he knew how to please. At first she’d just let him play with her tits, taking off her bra. He’d rubbed her crotch through her jeans. Then she’d worn the front-clasp bra, had to show him how to undo it, showed her naked breasts to him and revealed how one had a loose hair growing on it. He sucked good, and she found she enjoyed displaying herself. The very next time in the trailer, again a noontime thing, he was laying on his back on the bed, her shirt open and bra off, and she had quickly unzipped him, reached inside his underwear and pulled out his cock, slammed it into her mouth, all in one swift motion. He gasped, astounded at her action. First time! Wow, up and down on his cock, in her mouth! He’d told her much later how thrilling this was, to feel it and to watch her do it. She’d learned from him that these younger men seemed to have unending stamina – she knew for a fact he could keep it hard for half an hour of fun.
She’d also learned to tease with her body, and to not be so strait-laced, thinking life doesn’t come back at you with guilt and misery unless you welcome it. So why in the world did John and I get into such a dull rut about sex?
A helpful lesson, as now, tonight, she contemplated what she and John had already done, and what she hoped would be happening shortly.

A knock on the door. “Kelly, hi, hon,” said Mary. “John and I were hoping you’d make it.”
“Here’s a little package for later, Mary, for the game. It’s for my Show & Tell.”
“Okay, I’ll set it in the bathroom. John will be so intrigued. Me too!”
The girl came inside, joined the couple. They talked about the day, their week. Both knew Kelly thought they were all just biding their time until somebody, probably John, said what was going to happen next. She’d worn jeans, of course, a UConn sweatshirt, and white-billed cap with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, looking like a coed ready to head out to the pep rally. So cute, thought Mary, and only twenty-seven.
A few beers later, the doorbell rang again. Kelly looked over at it, startled — Who’s here now?! Is our night together gonna be ruined by visitors?
John went to the door. Opened. “James, howdy, c’mon in.”
The other man entered, saw Kelly and Mary in chairs, also was startled. He looked at John with raised eyebrows. John exchanged an it’s-okay look at him, said “Come in, Mary and I have been expecting you.”
James looked at the cute girl he recognized from work, looking so coed. “Gosh, I didn’t expect anyone else to be here,” he said to the room. Didn’t they invite me over to be with me? He remembered Kelly from the Christmas party he’d been invited to, with about twenty-five other folks from work.
“We invited Kelly, our friend, over too, just tonight,” said Mary. “John and I thought you might want to meet his Toy,” she said. This was going to be a shock to him, she thought.
Shocked to his spine! John’s toy? John has a Toy, too? Oh my god! These two are wilder than I thought! We’re both Toys?! He looked over at Kelly on the couch, smiling sweetly and nibbling chastely on a carrot stick. There was nothing for it but to smile nicely back. He put his game face on and sat. “Um, I kinda thought I was gonna be your visitor for tonight. You know, for Show & Tell.”
Kelly caught on instantly. “Well, that’s what I thought, too, James.” And then to tantalize him, she said, “They call me their BS girl. Wanta know what that stands for?”
He scratched his cheek — “Well, I –“
“Gee, maybe we oughta wait a little later to clue this poor boy in,” Kelly said to Mary.
“Now don’t be mean, girl. We told you about him and us, but he didn’t know about you and us.”
“James, have a beer, buddy. Have some hors d’oerves,” said John, trying to ease him.
He did relax a little, sitting on the rug by the fireplace, which flared and warmed them. He nibbled, took a swig and downed half the bottle. “I needed that,” he said.
“More where that came from,” said Mary. She reached over, deliberately put her finger to Kelly’s mouth, it was sucked, and she walked over to James, leaned down, put it to his mouth. He sucked. “Did you like that?” He nodded. “James honey, are you getting an impression on what’s up for tonight?”
James looked at John. Looked at Kelly. Looked up at Mary. “Am I the Toy for all three of you?” he asked with a quaver.
“No, silly,” said Kelly. “They told you it was gonna be a Show & Tell night, didn’t they? That’s what they told me. And they didn’t tell me you’d be coming, so this is just as much as surprise to little ole me, too.” With an afterthought and a devilish grin, she said, “How do I taste?”
“Yeah, that’s what Mary told me on the phone Thursday night. Show & Tell. And, uh, you taste great.”
Kelly knew James from seeing him occasionally when she went to Purchasing Department. She worked on the other side of the building, over in Legal. She’d thought he was cute but bland, and a sharp dresser. He takes care of himself, she thought. And remembered sticking him in the closet with Mary at the Christmas party because he was so strait-laced and kind of a bore.
“Ohmigod, is that when all this started, at the Christmas party?” Kelly practically shouted.
“Well sorta,” said Mary. “It was a little after that when John and I decided to change things with our sex life. Make it more exciting. Do something different.”
“I never meant to do something like this to you two,” said the girl.
“It’s okay, Kelly, honey. We’re fine the way it worked out so far – you should know that.