First Period of My Wife’s Game Night

This is a continuation of My wife’s other side is released.

On our first anniversary, my wife and I realized that our lives were getting boring. We were sitting home at home, eating the top of our wedding cake while watching Jeopardy and contemplating if we should go to bed afterwards. I know, typically for newlyweds “going to bed early” is just code for screwing until the sunrises. We still did that, but we were also just as happy laying down next to each other and falling asleep. We were acting like an old boring couple, were their entire non-work life rotates around their mate. It is comforting individually, but also lonely as a couple.

So on that day we decided to do something new and get more involved with our friends. Not our friends as a couple, but our individual friends. We would each spend one night a week out with our friends. Hopefully this would bring in more social activities for us to go as a couple also. One of my groomsmen was in a weekly poker game while Justine decided she would start a games night with some of her old girlfriends. I hit up my groomsmen and got an invitation for the next week.

Everything went well for the first couple of months. I’d go play poker on Tuesday and Justine went to her friend’s Deli’s place to play games on Thursday. We started getting invited to go out with other couples for dinner and parties, exactly like we wanted. I thought should have been concerned. Things were going a little too good.

In mid may Deli had to be out of town on a business trip, so Justine hosted. I was supposed to work late, but the dinner meeting got canceled so I ended arriving home before any of girls got there.

“Hi honey, your home early,” Justine said cautiously. “Didn’t you have some meeting?”

“Yea, it was canceled.” I sat my bag on the kitchen counter then stole a kiss. Yum! Her lips tasted like strawberries. I snatched a freshly cleaned on out of the sink while she was still looking at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t interrupt your night.”

“I’m sure you won’t interrupt, but the girls should be here soon. You may want to grab something to eat if you want to avoid them.” She turned back to finishing preparing the fruit platter while I checked the fridge for leftovers.

Pizza, score! Leftover pizza, a couple bottles of beer and a Blackhawks win would make a great evening for myself. It did turn out to be a great evening, even if the Blackhawks lost. I slide the pizza into the microwave and headed upstairs to change when I noticed the stack of boxes on the little desk next to the dinning table. Candyland, Monopoly, Sorry!, Shoots and Ladders, and Clue were stacked up.

“What are these for?” I asked.

“Oh, those are some of the games we play.”

“These? I thought you played card games. Like bridge or rummy.”

“We switch it up each week.”

“OK….” I said making my way upstairs. T-shirt and blue jeans were much more comfortable than a suit and tie. I was returning to fetch my dinner when the doorbell rang. I opened the front door to find Kelly, Veronica and Naomi. “Hi girls, Justine is in the kitchen.”

“Hey Mike, I thought you were going to be gone,” Kelly asked as the all got inside.

“My meeting was canceled. Don’t worry, I’ll stay out of your fun,” I said securing the door.

“But you can be fun too,” Veronica whispered as she passed slipped by.

All the women already had glasses of wine by the time I reached the kitchen. “Spectacular!” I mumbled under my breath. I hoped the wine wouldn’t get them too loud to drown out my hockey game. I just grabbed my microwaved leftover pizza, a cold beer and went straight for the couch and 52′ of HD glory.

“So what should we play tonight?” Justine asked from the other side of the combined kitchen-dinning room-family room.

“Lets play Sorry!” Kelly mentioned.

“Sounds good to me.” Veronica said.

“OK.” Justine pulled out the box and sat it on the table. Opening it, she started going through the special rules. “A quick review of the rules, you get 4 players…” I kind of lost interest, especially with a fight breaking out. 5 minutes into the first period and a fight already, this is going to be a good game.

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“SORRY!” Kelly yelled from across the room. The sudden outburst immediately drew my attention, more out of annoyance than interest. The ‘Hawks were dominating the glass. I any moment they could score and take a 1-0 lead. I glanced over towards the girls, intending to only look for a second, then return to the game. Intentions also pave the way to hell.

“You Bitch!” Veronica shot back then grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Her black bra strap stood out against her white back. What kind of game were they playing? Strip Sorry!? Well this could be interesting. I turned the TV volume down a little bit and slide a little lower into the couch. Maybe they would forget about me.

“HEY!” Justine yelled on Naomi’s next turn. “That was not nice!” She then stood up and shimmied off her blue jeans. I couldn’t make out much, but it appeared like she had on one of her nicer pairs of black panties.

A full round and a half progressed without any commotion so my attention started to wander back to the hockey game. Women sitting half naked is only mildly interesting after a while. There isn’t really much difference between a bra and panties and a bikini. I’d seen everyone of them revealing more at the beach.

“Damn it!” I heard Naomi blurt out. I watched her out of the side of my eye, trying to guess which piece of clothing should would take off. “You can do it Kelly,” she said as she stood up. Kelly could do what? I slightly turned my head in order to get a better view of the girls.

“Yay.” Kelly exclaimed lightly. Naomi rounded the end of the table while Kelly slide her chair back from the table. The next thing I realize, Naomi is draping herself over Kelly’s lap and Kelly is picking a ruler off the table. I sunk a little lower in the L shaped couch and peeked over the back to watch. Kelly spanked the ruler down in four quick swats.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! “Ouch!” Naomi yelped on the last spank. “That one hurt.”

“Well its supposed to be a punishment,” Kelly smirked. My wife and Veronica giggled at that.

As she raised herself off Kelly’s lap, I slipped down out of her possible view. I didn’t want the show in the kitchen to stop. It was more interesting than the hockey game. I twisted round so it would look like I had been watching the game the whole time.

Two plays later Veronica yelled out “Sorry Kelly!” and moved something on the bored.

“Damn it!” Kelly said then stripped off her blouse. From her back, I could tell she was wear a pink strapless number. Too bad she wasn’t on the other side of the table.

Justine just moved her piece farther along. Naomi though wasn’t so nice. “You did spank a little hard, so lose another piece!” Naomi said gleefully.

“No fair!” Kelly pleaded, but stood up to comply with the rule. “Wait until I get a sorry!” She wiggled out of her tight fitting jeans, showing off her bubble butt encased in pink lace. She didn’t sit back down, rather just picked up her hand and toss in a card. “Justine, you can do the honors,” she said ruefully as she made her way round to my wife.

My wife slide back her chair and guided the blonde across her lap. She didn’t waste any time bringing the ruler quickly down onto the panty-covered bottom. Veronica and the table blocked most of my view though I don’t believe Kelly reacted very much. At least she didn’t verbally, unlike her two on lookers who couldn’t stop from giggling.

I ducked down as Kelly got up and returned to her seat. I waited until the I heard her chair slide across the floor before taking another look.

“You had to knock off my piece?” Naomi complain on Justine’s turn.

“Sorry, it was in the way,” Justine replied.

Veronica laughed, “So blouse or panties.” Naomi choose the blouse option, revealing her bra to the girls, but not me. Kelly sitting directly between me and the view.

The girls went almost two full rounds before Veronica lost another piece of clothing. This time Kelly was the instigator, which earned her a little nudge from her friend. I though believe Veronica remembered I was seated behind her, because she took her time getting up from her chair. She unbuttoned her jeans, then slowly rocked her hips as she eased them over her yoga-toned booty. The black thong left little to the imagination when she bent at the waist to lower her jeans then step out of them. It was like a mini-strip show, just for me.

On Justine’s next turn she tossed in a card resentfully, “hmmm, Veronica you can do it.” I took a guess it must be my wife’s turn to get spanked and she didn’t disappoint me when she rounded the table, then laid over Veronica’s bare thighs.

“Ohh, 8,” Veronica cooed, taking the ruler from Naomi. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Veronica took her time, putting 3-4 seconds between spank. She must not have been spanking very hard, since Justine barely reacted to any of them. I generally could get a reaction after 1, let alone 8.

“That’s what you get for being in the lead,” Kelly giggled as my wife got up.

“I’ll make sure to spank you harder next time,” Justine quipped.

“There won’t be a next time!” Kelly stated.

“I doubt that!” Justine responded taking her seat. I glanced back at the tv to see the first intermission was just starting. Normally this would be time for a bathroom break and pizza refill, but not tonight with the girls between me and the fridge. If the second period was anything like the first, I was going to be watching much hockey.

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