“You’re going to forfeit.” Hayden’s voice registers between chuckle and taunt. The chuckle is sincere. The taunt is playful.

“Hayden! I swear to fucking god.” Jae whisper-shouts over the house music, an inoffensive formless ambient with occasional slow percussion. The type of nonsense they play in hotel lounges. Because this is in fact a hotel lounge in Vegas. 

She attempts to hide behind the veil of her hair: head bowed. Dark hair pools on the table, shiny highlights phase through the colors of the bar’s LED trim. Hayden knows Jae’s face, despite her effort to conceal it, is most definitely bright red. “I cannot believe you’re actually...”, her voice is a tiny plaintive pout.

This table has the best view of the lounge, yet the most private. The choice is deliberate.

“Not convinced.” Hayden flips Jae’s hair out of the way. The curve of her cheek just below the whites of her eye is bathed in magenta, the current temperature of the light. They make eye-contact.  “You have a safe-word and you’re not using it. If you wanted that parachute you’d have pulled it”.

“Ugh. Fine.” She sits up, resets her hair so that it falls gracefully down the center of her back. Straightens her neck-line and hem of her tiny black dress and finally scoots to the edge of the booth.  

This is “Date Night”. Like every other date night Hayden, not his real name, and Jae, not her real name either, have dressed up, left the oldest in charge and headed out hoping to cross off another bucket-list item. 

Date-night started years ago as people-watching. Sitting on the patio of some cafe, or in the back of a bar, they’d collaborate on head canon together. Crafting the imaginary lives of strangers. It had grown more sexual, becoming about which men Jae found attractive.

They were in a jazz bar a short twenty minutes from home one date-night. He’d asked “What about emo Bradley Feines over there?”

She had replied “You mean Ralph Cooper? And he is totally here to slay cougar pussy.” Hayden grinned at the lust in her voice. They took a circuitous route home that night. Stopping in an adult bookstore to shop for a sex toy together. They purchased the most realistic of Jae’s dildos and Jae named it Cooper Feinnes. Eventually they’d fall into the habit of simply calling this toy Coop. Coop had become the first stranger they collected.

Their fantasy life went nuclear. Collecting strangers became the point of date night. Eventually Hayden wasn’t even waiting to get Jae home. If the bar was dark enough he’d slip a hand up her dress. And with increasing regularity they talked about whether or not to make the fantasy reality.

To that end Hayden introduced The Game on a rainy night somewhere between Chicago suburbs on the way home from the signature room. They’d gotten the spark to dress up for tourists.

“You know what drives me crazy?” Hayden had said completely out of the blue and apropos of nothing.

“What’s that baby?” She asked, reclining in her chair slightly. Her voice suggested she was edging sleep.

“That thing you do when we leave the house, and you lean over and tell me you’re going commando.”

“I know, baby.” She had said. “That’s why I do it.” A bar of streetlight scanned her body, her form-fitting red dress looked painted on. 

“All night, all I could think about is whether or not guys could tell.”

“Guys could tell.” She said with a satisfied grin.

“It gave me an idea.” Hayden glanced over. 

Jae’s eyes grew conspiratorial, one eyebrow raised. Hayden continued “From now on, if you go commando you consent to The Game”.

“Uh-huh?” She was genuinely intrigued. “What pray-tell is The Game?” She hiked up her skirt and cupped her exposed vulva.

“Ah! I’m glad you asked. There are two rules. First any collectible-man you see on date night must be declared.” He says, guiding the Honda onto the shoulder. Rain tap-danced on the roof.

Jae made a face, held up two fingers. A moment before these had been breaching her labia. She stretched a tiny thread of mucus between two fingers. “That? What ya got? We do that already.”

“Ah! But if The Game is on,” Hayden reoriented Jae in her seat so that her legs were across the console and his lap. He slid a hand up the inside of her left thigh. “I can activate a challenge.”

His hand pressed circles into her vulva. “What” she gasped. “What is a challenge?”

“It means, you have to show that guy your pussy or forfeit.”

“Holy shit,” She said, making a novel sound to Hayden’s ears. Then added “I’m so wet right now.”

She says it again now in the lounge in Vegas. “Holy shit, Hayden. I’m so wet right now.” 

The Game is on, because Jae whispered in Hayden’s ear as they stepped into the elevator. “Hey baby, what has two thumbs and is totally not wearing panties?”. 

For most of the evening Jae has been vocalizing her growing fondness of a young man at the bar she describes as ‘scoring a ten on [her] slay-this-cougar-pussy scale’. Hayden has activated challenge, a server has been dispatched to inform the young man at the bar his next drink is on the couple in the back.

Jae sits at the edge of a semi-obscure booth. Her hand is on the hem of her short black dress. Hayden watches her. She watches the server.

Her shoulders heaving as she catches her breath. Time moves slowly. The cycling LEDs line the curve of her cheek in a rosy purple. Hayden can see her focusing on the scene at the bar. He waits for her to move. Is it taking too long? Did the moment pass? Did Jae forfeit?

Then it happens. 

Across the bar, the young man looks in the direction the server indicates. Then quickly before she has a chance to hesitate Jae hikes up the hem-line of her dress. Just as quickly she spins back into the booth and attempts to disappear into Hayden’s chest.

The young man, who will in a moment be revealed to be called Michael, approaches the table. With a gesture Hayden bids Michael take a seat at the end of the booth. Michael understands the implication in the gesture. He’s a guest. He sits respectfully, his hands on his lap. Jae sits between them. 

There are introductions, pleasantries. Hayden sips his whiskey observing Jae’s body language. Giving her space to flirt. She laughs at Michael’s jokes, finds excuses to touch him, the occasional hand on his arm as punctuation. He’s the consummate gentleman and never takes these touches as invitations. Hayden is impressed.

He gently reclines Jae against him. Her back traversing his lap and abdomen. The back of her head in the center of Hayden’s chest thanks to the booth’s curve. Her feet are on the bench seat, knees up, clamped tight together. Michael intentionally positions his body to obscure Jae from onlookers. Good man, Hayden thinks. Time for the show. 

Hayden glides his hand along the outside of Jae’s right thigh. At her knee-cap he flattens his palm to a knife edge. Michael’s gaze locks on Hayden’s hand as it cleaves Jae’s knees apart.

Hayden’s attention is on Jae. He watches her staring at Michael, the traces of a lascivious grin growing at the corners of her mouth. His hand descends her inner thigh. As his palm approaches her vulva Jae acquiesces to gravity and her knees fall apart. As far apart as the geometry of the booth will allow. When his palm shrouds her nudity she’s emboldened to widen her legs deliberately pressing them firmly against bench-back and table-edge.

Hayden checks in with their guest. Michael, back still oriented out, was stabilizing his position with a hand on the table, but the other was massaging his in-seam. In better light Hayden assumed he’d see evidence of an erection there.

Hayden is squeezing her. Her labia are already lubricated. He penetrates her with two fingers and crushes his palm into her pubis. He grips firmly. “Do you want me to show Michael your pussy?” 

She squirms, nods.

“You’ve got to say it.” He cajoles her.

“I want you to.” She musters.

“You want me to… what?” He says more firmly.

She leans back, her mouth seeking his ear. He leans forward. She whispers directly. It’s a tiny sound he can barely hear over the canned music. “I want you to show Michael my pussy.” She says. Hayden can feel the skin of her lips brush his ear lobe as she speaks, breathes deep heaving breaths.

He dramatically raises his hand from her vulva. Shows her her own wetness. “You clearly do.” Michael rubs his inseam, glances over his shoulder guiltily, and watches Hayden spread his mucus covered fingers.

Jae makes the slightest pantomime, kissing lips, and Hayden lets her lick his fingers clean. He leans in for the kiss and she kisses him with a kind of fury. Her hands are tiny anxious fists pressed against her shoulders. He takes the wrist of her right hand.

He kisses her more aggressively and she answers.

Her rigidity subsides. He guides her hand. Her fist relaxes to an open palm. Hayden lays her hand gently on her pubis mons. “Show Michael how you fuck your hand.” He instructs massaging one of her modest breasts through the fabric of her dress.

She clamps her hand over her nakedness. She closes her eyes. He leans in so that his lips brush her ear lobe. “You’ve already won the game tonight. You don’t…”

She begins to rub circles into her clit. In a moment she’s writhing. The animation inspires Michael to look over his shoulder again. Jae warms up, grinds her hips, masturbates more vigorously.

“I think,” Hayden leans Jae back so he can press his forehead to hers. “Michael wants to help you.” Hey glances at the man as he says it. Michael’s expression leaves no question. His hand moves from his in-seam to his knee.

Jae makes an animalistic grunt. 

“You have to say it.” He kisses her forehead.

Whispering directly into Hayden’s ear she says in a small embarrassed voice, “I want Michael to…” 

Pressing his forehead to hers. “To what baby? What do you want Michael to do?”

The voice is so quiet he can barely hear it. “Touch me.”

“Good enough.” He says, and nods to Michael.

Michael grins enthusiastically. It’s a wide joyful expression that is almost nearly comical. He jockeys for position, always cognizant of privacy but now adding access to Jae to the calculus. With his right arm freed for the best access the booth will afford he touches her with  a single exploratory fingertip. He teases. Dragging one, then two, then four fingers along her inner thigh. 

When they reach her vulva, Jae closes her eyes and collapses limp across her husband’s torso. 

Michael dips the tip of his index finger in Jae’s thickening wetness. He applies this to one of her majora. He repeats the ritual. Each time his finger penetrates her, Jae’s entire body spasms.

Jae is collapsed across Hayden’s lap, legs still caught in a “v” by the booth-back and table-edge. Hayden pulls the top of her black dress down, and begins suckling her nipples. He is lost in the moment. His ears hear nothing but the sound of his own rushing blood and the drum of his own heart. He doesn’t see what’s happening, but he knows.

He knows Michael is pressing his index and ring finger against the wall of Jae’s vagina. He knows she is pushing her pelvis toward to accommodate his penetration. He knows Michael is probing her. Digging deep. Hunting her nerve center. He knows the moment Michael finds what he’s looking for.

Hayden knows when Jae explodes. 

Her hand is on the back of his neck, her nails Involuntarily dig into it. She pulls him to her mouth for a kiss.

And for a long moment the couple kiss each other as Michael tenderly gives Jae a post orgasmic vaginal massage.

She sits up slightly, still leaning against Hayden. She takes Michael’s hand in hers. She shuttles two of his wet fingers into her mouth and begins to fellate them.

“Baby?” Hayden asks around kisses to her cheek. He says. “You enjoy that?”

She just nods contentedly. He doesn’t force her to say it this time. “Yah.” she does anyway. Then adds “This one goes to eleven.”

Hayden says ‘damn’ with a raise of the eye-brows.

“Michael? Would you like a picture of my wife’s very satisfied pussy?”

“Oh. Definitely.” The reply is instantaneous. 

Hayden activates the camera app on his phone. He hands it to Michael.

Michael takes the proffered device. He snaps a quick exposure of Jae’s swollen pussy which he texts to himself. Hayden saves the outgoing number as “Date-Night Michael”.

The night concludes. Goodness look at the time. The trio say their goodbyes outside the lounge. Hayden offers Michael a handshake.

“Nice to meet you Michael.”