After a few drinks, the girls started saying, 'let's play strip poker, want to?' This we hadn't done for quite a while. They added that whoever loses ...as to do whatever the other three decide, no questions, no backing out. Well, with drinking the tequila they easily got me to agree, although I should have known better. I just had to make sure to win. We each started out with six articles of clothing, not all the same for each. About forty-five minutes into the game I was doing pretty well, I. Thankfully the idea appealed to him and the big four poster bed made for secure binding and I must admit seeing him secure and spread-eagled between those four posts, set my pussy flowing.Pulling a bag over his head allowed us to set-up the cameras, quietly and well rehearsed placements, we were ready for action within minutes of him being secured.I donned a strap-on, a good ten-incher then removed his head covering so he could see my intentions. There was a noticeable increase in pitch in his. We couldn’t see things properly due to the darkness.Dhanya bumped into me and we both fell on the sofa. She was over me. Her hands were on my bare chest. My hands felt her bra straps and exposed back. Our body heat was rising. My hard-on was touching my co-worker’s belly button. I knew she felt that too.We couldn’t see each other in the dark. She was in my hands for a few minutes. Then the power came back. She stepped out from my hold and turned her back. She crossed her hands to cover her. I do love her and him. Good bye.”“Paul, you, me, Erin, bed right now!”“Yes ma’am!” Erin saluted and marched towards the stairs. Lynn replied with a swat to her wifes butt.“I’m going!” I answered before being told again.When we got upstairs, Lynn directed me to get in the middle and then she pointed Erin to one side of me and she got in on the other side.“Alright. I need to get some stuff off my chest. First, I do love you Paul. I guess I needed this little episode to get me to figure out some.