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Back to her.The more the party went on, the more Krista was flashing and flirting with the other men. She was laughing and having a great time. Sometime, late in the evening, all of the women seemed to have disappeared into another room. Before long, our hostess Susan had emerged from another part of the house and made an announcement."I'm glad you have all stayed so late tonight." She began. " And I want to invite you all to play a little party game with us. Now I've already spoken to the wives and they're willing if you are. Why don't you talk it over with them and we can get started. I'm sure it will be a lot of fun for all of us."Moments later our wives entered the room and Krista came right over to me."You're going to like this one honey." She giggled. "Susan and Bob want us to play a little musical chairs with them." Huh" I questioned "All this production over musical chairs?" Well not exactly traditional musical chairs, its strip musical chairs. All the husbands get. My hand was just frozen there. I looked in his face and lost it. He was very handsome with short brown hair and brown eyes, a perfect face...and again he just seemed to have an aura about him that was totally dominant. He wasn't trying or anything...just his natural confidence was overwhelming. "This is what you were looking at?" he asked, a wry smile on his face."Yeah," I said, and licked my lips. He smirked. "So?" he asked. "What else do you want?" I didn't say anything I just looked at his body, his chiseled pecks and rock-hard shoulders. He noticed but didn't say anything. I extended my other hand and felt his shoulder and the power there."Can I?" I asked. He just slightly did an "up" nod as if to say "go ahead." I did just that. I ran my hands on his chest, several times on the magnificent ridges of his abs, on his shoulders and I felt his biceps. He was just looking at me smiling wryly or smirking at times. He curled his right bicep. I was in a total trance. He didn't object as.
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