"Not so fast," she said, "Gem and I have been planning something special all week." She pushed Tom away and stood up. "Have you got the stuff ready?" she asked Gemma.

"I'll go get it," smiled Gemma, who disappeared into the dining room.

"Ahem," said Claire to me, "you still appear to be wearing your shorts." I grinned and slipped my last remaining bit of modesty off, and my cock sprang u, finally free of its constraint. After a few minutes Gemma came back into the lounge clutching what looked like a bundle of paper in her hands. Both girls gave a knowing wink to each other and sat on the floor next to each other. Tom and I just looked a little confused as Gemma suddenly started shuffling the papers in her hands.

"On the floor guys, sit next to each other – Tom, you opposite me and Steve, you opposite Gem," said Claire. We both moved over to where they sat, our cocks bobbing along as we sat down.

"Ok," started Gemma, "Claire asked me if I had any ideas of how to get things started tonight instead of us all feeling a little awkward. She's also got a big favour to ask me, and I've agreed as long as I get my turn next time."

"Sounds interesting,” I said. "May I ask what the cards are for?"

"Very simple," said Claire. "Starting with me, we take it in turns to pick one from the top and whatever is on the card, you have to do!"

"Great," said Tom, "I like it when things are nice and simple!"

Claire took a deep breath and reached down for the first card. She picked it up and studied it for a few seconds, giggling to herself. Placing it back underneath the deck, she turned to Gemma and in one move without hesitation took Gemma's left nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. Gemma clasped Claire around the head and pulled her in tighter. As Gemma closed her eyes and started to lose herself in the moment, Claire sensed this and pulled away with a pop as Gemma’s bulletlike nipple came free.

"You bitch," she squealed.

"How long did it take you to write these cards?" asked Tom.

"Lets put it this way," said Claire, "work’s been piling up on my desk all week while I've been dreaming up all the sordid little things written on these babies."

"Your turn," said Tom to Gemma. She took a card and almost instantly placed it back under the deck.

"Nice easy one," she said, "kiss the person on your left." She leaned over to Tom and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Is that it?" he said.

"Patience," she said, "there are plenty more cards in the deck, and it's your turn anyway."

"As long as it's not kiss the person on your left again," laughed Tom, looking at me. I looked across at the girls. A knowing look shot between them, and I suddenly felt as though something extra was going on. Tom picked up a card, and a look of delight shot across his face as he looked at Claire.