The Mirror Game

My wife Kaitlyn and I are avid board gamers.

We love hosting board game nights. We’re friends with another couple who enjoys games as much as we do — Seth and Laura — and they come over frequently for games, cocktails, and pizza.

Here’s the thing. Laura is fucking sexy. Blonde, fit, gorgeous, with the hottest pair of librarian glasses you’ve ever seen. She wears little skirts that drive me nuts. Don’t get me wrong — I love my wife more than anything, and she’s just as sexy in a completely different way. Kaitlyn is curvy with long, dark hair, and she’s an absolute freak in the bedroom. Totally submissive and up for anything.

But Laura — there’s something about her. Maybe it’s the way she looks at me over those glasses when I make a wisecrack or the way she nibbles her plump bottom lip. She’s starred in plenty of my fantasies over the years, but I’m a loyal husband, and I’ve always vowed to keep my lust for Laura under wraps.

Laura and Seth came over recently for our monthly game night. Seth brought a bottle of whiskey, and we all got tanked. Laura turned bright red, Seth kept knocking over his drink, and Kaitlyn couldn’t stop laughing. And then I noticed something. Seth was eye-fucking my wife, and she was eye-fucking him right back.

Normally I would have felt jealous, but I was drunk and had been staring at Laura all night, so I couldn’t complain. I knew the exact moment Laura realized her husband was ogling my wife. Her lips parted, and her breathing sped up. She was watching Seth and Kaitlyn, and she liked what she saw.

So did I. I can’t explain it, but seeing another man lusting after Kaitlyn revved my engine. I had a sudden image of Seth standing behind Kaitlyn and fondling her breasts while she locked eyes with me. I added Laura to the mental image. She could suck my dick while Kaitlyn watched.

My dick twitched. I was totally hard, and I shifted to try to ease the discomfort in my jeans. As I moved, Laura met my eyes. She caught her lip between her teeth before releasing it. Then, to my shock, she slid her hand down her torso. It disappeared beneath the table.

I fumbled my cards, only half on-purpose, and dropped to my knees beside my chair to gather them. Under the dining table, I could see Laura’s hand busy at work between her thighs. Her black skirt was pulled up, and I could see her fingers moving beneath her purple silk panties.

When I took my seat again, Laura smiled at me. She knew exactly what I’d seen. And then I realized Seth knew what was going on. He was looking between Laura and me, but he didn’t seem upset. Quite the opposite. As Laura masturbated for me, Seth reached over and covered Kaitlyn’s hand with his.

My cock felt like it was about to punch out of my jeans. I stood up abruptly, my head spinning from lust and whiskey, and every eye in the room shot to my erection. Laura bit her lip and leaned forward, and Kaitlyn gasped.

“I have a new game,” I announced.

“What is it?” Kaitlyn asked. Her voice was throatier than normal.

“The mirror game,” I said. It was something I vaguely remembered from an improv class. “We pair off and one pair poses however they like. The other pair has to exactly replicate that pose as it happens. If they can’t manage it, the first couple wins.”

“I’m game.” Kaitlyn stood up so fast her chair almost fell over. “Are we a pair?”

I grinned at my wife. “No. You and Seth are a pair.”

Kaitlyn sucked in a breath. Her eyes shot to Seth, then back to me. “Are you sure?” she asked quietly. I knew she wasn’t just asking about the game.

“I’m sure if everyone else is sure,” I said.

“I’m sure,” Laura said. She slipped her hand out of her panties and stood, smoothing her skirt down. “You in, Seth?”

“Hell yeah,” Seth said. He joined Kaitlyn, and as his hand settled on my wife’s hip, she shivered.

Laura joined me. “Who gets to decide our pose?” she asked.

“Jealousy mixed with a competitive drive. I was going to finger Seth’s wife before he could finger mine.”

“I do.” I pulled her in front of me with her back to my chest, and she gasped when my erection pressed against her ass. Across from us, Seth and Kaitlyn took the same pose. It was so hot to see — my wife’s wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and my friend gripping her hips possessively. Kaitlyn’s head fell back against Seth’s chest and she moaned. A stab of jealousy went through me, but it made the whole thing hotter. To punish Seth for touching my wife like that, I moved my hand from Laura’s hip to her breast and squeezed.

“Oh, God,” Laura said as I massaged her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I pinched her nipple and she squirmed.

Seth clenched his jaw, but I saw the involuntary thrust of his hips. I knew exactly what he was feeling, what we were all feeling — a hot, jealous sort of lust, the thrill of doing something taboo. His hand rose to Kaitlyn’s breast, matching my movement. I knew Kaitlyn was wearing a bra, and I was desperate to see my wife squirming while Seth pinched her nipples, so I stripped off Laura’s shirt, leaving her bare. Her nipples were small and pink, and when I squeezed them, she moaned and ground her ass against me.

Seth stripped Kaitlyn and tossed her bra aside. I was intimately familiar with Kaitlyn’s body, but her curves seemed new when framed by Seth’s hands. Her breasts were heavy and full with large nipples. I was suddenly desperate to see her fully unclothed and on display.

I yanked Laura’s skirt down. It fell around her ankles, revealing the purple satin panties I’d seen under the table. I hooked my fingers under those, too, brushing my knuckles against her golden hair as I dragged them down.

Seth matched my movements perfectly, and then Kaitlyn and Laura both stood nude. Kaitlyn’s hips flexed as Seth ran a hand down her belly to tangle in her pubic hair.

Jealousy mixed with a competitive drive. I was going to finger Seth’s wife before he could finger mine. I held Laura in place with an arm around her waist, then slid my other hand between her legs. She gasped as my fingers circled her clit, and then I plunged one finger inside her. She was hot and wet, and her vagina clenched around me.

“She needs two fingers,” I told Seth, hardly believing the words coming out of my mouth.

He grunted as he slid a second finger inside Kaitlyn. “Laura needs her clit rubbed roughly.”

“She’ll have to earn it,” I said. I fisted a hand in Laura’s hair and spun her around. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her hand settling on my chest. I forced her to her knees. She attacked my belt buckle eagerly, then pulled my pants and boxers down. Her mouth found my cock the second it was out, and she sucked me deep.

A few feet away, Seth had my wife on her knees. Kaitlyn was gripping his cock and licking the tip of it, but I could tell from the way her hips moved that she wanted more. “Force it down her throat,” I told Seth.

We were far past the Mirror Game at this point. I watched hungrily as Seth jammed his cock deep into Kaitlyn’s mouth. She gagged on it, but I knew she loved every second of it. I tightened my fist in Laura’s hair and forced her to take more of my dick. She moaned, and when I hit the back of her throat, tears sprang to her eyes. Then she dropped her hand to her clit and started rubbing.

It was too much. I had Laura flat on her back in a second. I dropped between her legs and licked her sopping-wet pussy. She tasted tart and sweet, and she shrieked when I sucked her swollen clit.

Seth’s face was buried between Kaitlyn’s legs, too. I knew from her how much she was enjoying his tongue. Again, jealousy mixed with desire into some heady new concoction. “I’m going to fuck your wife with my tongue,” I told Seth.

Rage and lust washed over me, and I punished Seth by spearing my tongue inside Laura while rubbing her clit hard. She mewled and dug her heels into my back, grinding against me. “Tell me you want me,” I commanded her.

“I want you,” she said. Her head thrashed as I rewarded her with firm circles of my fingers.

Seth drew back, his mouth glistening with Kaitlyn’s wetness. He dragged his wallet out of his jeans, grabbed a condom, and tossed me another. I tore the packet open with my teeth before rolling the condom down my shaft. Laura stared up at me, wide-eyed and panting. When I notched my cock against her slit, she moaned.

I plunged deep and fast. Laura’s pussy clenched around me as she urged me on with her undulating hips. I fucked her hard, enjoying her every stuttered cry. The sounds were echoed a few feet away, where Seth was balls-deep in my wife. I met Kaitlyn’s eyes as I fucked Laura into the ground. Kaitlyn gasped and bucked against Seth, then pinched her own nipples.

“She’s going to come soon,” I told Seth. “Make sure you give it to her hard. Don’t let up.”

I fisted Laura’s hair and held her in place while I pumped in and out of her wet cunt. I slid my other hand between us and pressed her clit, and when she came, she screamed my name.

Kaitlyn came seconds later. Her throaty cry should have been for me, not Seth — but it was for me, in a way. She’d orgasmed because I’d wanted her to fuck another man.

The thought was too much. I thrusted deep and came inside Laura. Her dazed eyes met mine as my hips twitched with release. Seth followed with a series of grunts, and then we all stared at each other, flushed and breathing hard.

“Any other games you’d suggest?” Seth quipped after a long silence, and we all collapsed into laughter.

Swapping wives that night was mind-numbingly hot, and ever since then, we’ve increased the frequency of game nights. The games we play are dirtier now, and the first rule we established is that the women aren’t allowed to wear underwear. In these new games, everyone wins.